Faded Pages

Recently I started retyping a manuscript of short stories I had written twenty years ago. The pages were faded; too much time being opened to the sun. As I typed, I smiled at the things I had written and the dialogue I had created. The stories are about a cat and looking at the world through his eyes and thoughts. I had even created him a language that I had to write a glossary at the back of the book to explain what some of the phrases meant. There is a vast array of characters and most have a funny turn. I also remember what prompted me to write the stories long ago. My original intention was to write one story and one story only, but a friend of mine at the time persuaded me to write another and another. Before long, a volume was finished with enough stories to start another. From a one off story I have written over sixty now about the cat and all his friends. Now as I flick through these faded pages, which I haven’t read in years, I find myself being reunited with many long lost friends. 26 January 2009