….Violet quietly approaches the lounge where Le Drake Noir laughs and chats with his companions. Clearing her throat, she directs her words to him with her gaze, “Excuse me Sir- i’m sorry- we haven’t met. but i accidentally overheard you speaking with a Friend of a Friend of a Friend of a Friend of a….. and i was compelled to introduce myself. The purpose, i’m not certain ‘why’, yet…..
You may or may not’ve heard some of our mutual Friends refer to a “duck-whisperer”, perhaps? that would be me. i am PurpleDukk; Almost~Alice; Violet Skye.
Blushing under the over-long silent attention of the small group, Violet takes a step back trying not to run, “i know this may sound mad, (becuz it does to me, Violet thinks to herself) i am strangely pressed to tell you that i was born on 25 November 1962.”
Beginning to stammer in addition to appearing to cave under the stress of public speaking, Violet forces herself to finish- “Again, Sir, i apologize for the intrusion- i just wanted to meet you in person and to say “Hello.”
Violet takes another step back, taking one last look directly into the eye of Le Drake Noir, before turning to disappear like a flash of lightening into the gathering crowd just beyond…..
i bolted awake from tormented sleep today with several lucid visions of R.E.M. in tow, and after briefly wandering with urgency, dream-like through the halls of the WordPress domain, posted the preceding on the ‘wall’ of a complete stranger….