Letter from LS

AHOY,

Lapland is back from a long, refreshing, inspiring, culinarily enticing holiday... Sat back at her computer after a long absence, she brings you two novelties for the new (school) year - that time of year we're all conditioned to relate with new beginnings. First is the first installation of my new story: Duck You. I'll drip snippets of it as they come/ or as you ask for more. As you know, Lapland really appreciates feedback. She's a real sucker for encouragement.
Two. I'm transferring my non-fiction posts to my new website: www.zelpha.co.uk. If you're more of a non-fiction person (and I know there's lots of you out there) you'll find pieces on food, culture and travel to your heart's desire. Again, we (Zelpha, Lapland and I) LOVE to hear from you, so make yourself heard!

Happy reading and much love,

LS

Clemence the Insomniac Duckling - part 8

Lately, Clemence had been opting for more reasonable, outer body experiences. She’d spent a whole day as a daffodil, desperate to be on land and resource herself.

As she entered adulthood she found herself to be more contemplative. Although unattached, her decisions would invariably involve one or two factors other than herself. And she’d sometimes be touched by bouts of sadness. Always the existentialist, Clemence had till then known how to keep her ‘questioning’ side at bay. But recently, she’d felt the need to indulge. At first she’d put this change down to spending too much time in the East. Indeed, she’d migrated to Uttar Pradesh, Dhaka and Rangoon, where her spirits had been lifted, dropped and questioned. Prior to this, she hadn’t thought it possible to question a spirit. The day she spent as a daffodil involved warm, moist soil and a wishful breeze. She longed for companionship, for roots – to wake up to the same day every day.