Encounters at the Dragal Foundation

Within the mind of Darshan it was always the same, an interplay of strange disjoined events.  Characters oozing expediency and glorious machines exhibiting untold power.  Darshan had put forth a simple explanation, although lecturing the cleaner about it was maybe a little ambitious.  It was an overzealous boffin instructing a reluctant student.  Had Darshan mentioned it for her own delectation?

That was just the kick-off.  In another location Michael receives a bizarre letter, it gets him thinking if he should apply some analysis.  That, however, gave him pause.

Michael had no reason to panic; he was not on Ellen's hit list.  She had identified Michael in the Master plan; he was a bright young thing and had a skill Ellen wanted.  It was not for her personal amusement, but rather something more serious.  Easy to understand after a short while.

The ever-ebullient Ellen could undergo any contortion to win her point or satisfy her desires.  No one could construe her as all sweetness and light.  If she had a few blemishes in the marital area, so did her feckless husband, Jeremiah.

The game was playing out in a domestic setting.  Housekeeper, maidservant and the overpowering mistress with a penchant for pleasure.  However, there was more transpiring.  Deep below the surface, undetectable events were occurring, aided by the irrepressible forces of nature.  It all needed contemplation, remaining a puzzle even for the most gifted.

You would be unsure whether you could commit to memory all that had happened.  Could it also have been a figment of another's imagination?  What were the chances of that?

Do not worry.  Miraculously, the endgame was a quiet affair.  No explosions, nothing that peculiar.

(Written in UK English – Roy Jackaman.)