AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

This is the first episode: For the full chapter see my blog and for an explanation of this dreadful story, see my first Blog Posting : The Cardiff Grandma (British English for Gramma* WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
The Cardiff Grandma…
Chapter 1

Wolfcastle turned from the window abruptly, snapping his eyes away from the fog.

The fog. It seemed it had always been there.

When still a young man, he had become intimate with its ways - more than once it had saved his life. But now there were other matters to attend to.

"Who are the good guys in this mess?" he demanded. "We stood for something once." He didn’t elaborate.

"We also stood against something once," the other man said smoothly.

Wolfcastle didn’t need any lessons from anyone about smoothness. Especially not from a Welsh-Bangladeshi Elvis impersonator impersonator like Ddwwchyllff. He turned his gaze back to the window and the night.

If Wolfcastle knew something about fog, then Dddwchyllff knew something about the night, something that few others understood. He rose slowly to his feet. He gathered up his coat and walking to the narrow door, he opened it and hung the coat on its hanger, noting as always with inward contentment the orderliness of the little space, with all the inclement weather-wear ordered according to the severity of the conditions that would require its use.
"Hadn’t you better get going?" he asked.

Wolfcastle turned from the window abruptly, snapping his eyes away from the fog. The fog.

At that moment, a buzzer sounded. The two men eyed each other significantly. Dddwchllyff was not only a gifted mimic mimic, he was also an inventor. When he’d moved in to this deceptively luxurious house eight years ago, the first thing he'd done was rig up a device that would allow persons outside the door on the street seeking audience with him to alert him of their presence. Very few passersby ever noticed the tiny unobtrusive brown circle affixed to the wall near the door, and if any had , they had never thought to touch it But had they done so, Dddwwchllyff would have known immediately as they would have, unbeknownst to them, activated a switch, thus triggering a shrill buzz within the dwelling. The sound of the buzzer could mean but one thing.

And one thing only.

(to be continued...)