And getting back to the

RIND(GRIND).

Unobtrusive but had this topaz effect.

But Aurora would wave in her inimitable quaint way and prepare herself for her livelihood off site.

She  started hearing many of the surreal exploits in her mind.

Her wee small hour velvet vault could only be unlocked by her treasure trove key.

People often commented on her fantasy state during either the day or the night.

But nocturnal  was Aurora’s spirited  habitat.

One can just about imagine with her infinite….

“I can’t help but replay  phenomenal incident rich episodes.

Me in a let’s pretend world of chaos that no fiction writer would or could conceive of.”

A shocked sense of realisation stimulated by sonorous bewitching bells dawned on that halo endowed aura of Aurora.

“They are ringing in my ear.

Actually I have trained my mind to signal when I am compelled to do something.

Appointments. Ooooh a monument of ghost stuff inside me.”

At times Aurora’s endowed mind almost had a transformative manifest power.

But Aurora, in awe of her own galactic filing system mind  that a flood  of imposing  twinklings and inklings would be a dam burst if  even she attempted to prise it open.

An icy yet perfumed hand tapped her on her left leaning agile shoulder.

“Often wonder exactly where have you gone?

In that mind, space, heart of yours:”

Bryce, an illuminating male ghost getting very philosophical.

There were myriads of ghosts Aurora had to cater for.

Bryce and Aurora revelled in hugs among so many others.

“When we finish this display of affection I’d better bring you to the cemetery.

Your weekly after hours sojourn.

Let me weave my magic wand and conjure up that other ghost.

MY TAXI!”

Aurora speaking in her best dark midnight  voice. 

The madcap mystique magic yet very sleek in the sky taxi which seemed or appeared to do impossible stunts was one of the many incidents you could expect. 

No two trips were ever identical in any conceivable sense.

And of course Aurora’s other litany of schedules. 

The actual sound emanating from the ghost mobile  if one so wanted to describe the orbiting taxi which of course …. on course or off course … all those terms would equally apply in the gothic go for it death defying stunts racing up and down unfamiliar routes.

The helter skelter of high jinx.