The Hot Cross Bun Story

Rotting, fermenting, transforming

This story is for anyone on the precipice of transformation. It reminds me of the blurry eyed state just before a new bit of magic comes into focus. I often find myself stumbling around the liminal realms hoping to bump into a bit of story.  I can create ritual space, call in the muses and summon a story or I can be in the que at the fish and chip shop where something about the warmth, smell  and noise plonks me into a trance where I am fed on a feast of story.