This is probably too easy:
Angloa felt a gentle tingling sensation as she sank into the richly defined armchair. The room itself was rather patchy, but through the French window she could see a magnificent oak tree and verdant lawns, in which a croquet lawn was a predominant feature. Piers Singsmyle was out there. He paced […]
…but for now I’m not parodying Alfred Bester. Who do you think this one might be meant to be?
Angelica sat on the metal seat. Outside, Piotr paced back and forth as he negotiated the terms of their release, but it was unlikely that the orbiting forces were their true enemy now. A […]
I didn’t originally intend to keep using the same scene for this blog, but I’ve been a bit blocked over Christmas - so here’s a nice easy one for you, in a setting that will seem somehow… familiar.
Angela sank back gratefully into the armchair, and wrapped herself around a thoughtful muffin. Through the window […]