He ran his fingers up and down the keyboard ivory’s with a frenzied fury, scalloped with attacking phase’s of precise intonation and pitch as the maestro genius played Mozart at its best. The real ivory black keys jumping up and down next to the white like go-go girls legs stood in a row.

Crash, bang, bang the stage fell apart and the audience gasped panicked and ran. The front row squashed as the piano slide down to rest on their jewellery-clad bodies, penguin suits, and tarty dresses.

A huge grey trunk came through the wall followed by a body of a huge African elephant one of the last because of mankind’s greed and destruction.

"Hello there."

The elephant roared.

The pianist stood up as a wet patch developed down the front of his ivory black trousers, saying nothing back.

"I’ve come for my tusks."

He bellowed

"They belong to me not you, what right have you; how would you like it if I took your teeth or plagued your graveyard."

The pianist fainted, as the elephant gathered together his ivory back, black and the white; mixed in with the pianist’s teeth, and some of the front rows too for some kind of momento.

by W.J.Ridgway

The steam from the shower filled the black and white tiled bathroom of the newly refurbished Victorian building, a sweet body shop fragrance of mixed fruity aromas filled the air to suffocation and condensation ran freely down the walls.

"All the leaves are brown, dumb de dumb, and the sky is Grey, dumb de dumb."

Ross sang to his heart's content not really caring that it was two-o-clock in the morning as his hand stretched from the misted glass door of the shower fumbling for the controls. After he had twisted the knob anti-clockwise he picked up the towel and proceeded to dry himself down.

"I went for a walk, dumb-de -dumb, on a winters day, dumb-de-dumb."

Stepping out of the shower and onto the purple mat, Ross in utter disbelief dropped the towel halfway though his singing.

"With Californian dreaming, what, who-a, how."

Stood before him was an immaculate pale ghostly figure of beauty, with long golden flowing locks and a figure models would die for, (as this one obviously had).

She floated and hovered by the doorway leading to the hall about a foot in the airs her body shimmering in the light as her naked body twisted and turned and then vanished just as suddenly as she had appeared.

"Oh my god, I don’t believe what I’ve just seen!"

Ross muttered to himself as he ran down the hallway after the most incomprehensible vision he had ever seen in his life.

Entering the bedroom he chased her into the old golden framed mirror that hung above his bed. A real collectors piece, or so he had been told, Ross had only bought it because it reminded him of the one his grandmother used to sit him in front of as a child to comb his hair.

Ross missed her dearly for he seemed to have spent so much of his childhood with her, his parents always working away. Ross always felt secure when he was with her; more so than with his own mum or dad.

"Come back, where did you go, explain yourself" Ross banged the wall

with his fists as his dripping hair ran down his back and formed a wet patch on the varnished floor’.

"Its like something out of the X-files this is, and look I’m even talking to myself."

Sitting down on the bed he lay back momentarily and before he knew it was morning and the thoughts of one of the strangest, most life like dreams he had ever had came rushing back to him. The dream had involved the ghost he had seen the night before. Her sheer beauty had left an impression of erotic notions which isn’t hard for any man if the newspaper surveys are anything to go.

It involved a night of unadulterated sex and passion, the likes of which he had only ever seen in movies; a make believe fabrication at most of us long for but very rarely find in real life.

But it just seemed so real; so...

"What the hell in God’s sake is that?"

Ross looked down at his lipstick covered body the smell of perfume that now found its way to his nostrils and a smattering of bite marks in all the same places as the dream

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, It is not humanly possible that any of this could have happened."

Looking into the mirror once again he thought, he could see the misty figure of the woman calling him; beckoning him to touch the mirror. He hesitated momentarily, but like a magnet pulling him in he couldn’t help himself but touch the mirror as purple and green vortex surrounded his entire body.

As his body swirled into the haze of a blue mistiness, the house started to disintegrate into the vortex following Ross into the mirror until all that was left was the mirror. Nothing, just a patch of ground, bare; desolate and abandoned.

Just as the dust settled around the mirror a dirty yellow van pulled up and out stepped an elderly army major type gentleman with a Dali moustache pointing it’s way to the stars. Bending over and muttered to himself,

"Another one for the collection, another one seduced by lust.’

By W.J.Ridgway