Time to visit the Ambient Appreciation Society of Stoke Newington. Or AASSN.
As Veronica adjusts the aircon in the “Non Denomination Shared Community Space in association with PepsiMax” main room, she can hear the whoosh swoosh of Malcolm’s hover roller skates*.
“Always first,” she thinks, “so keen, goody bloody twoshoes”. She thought this without being aware of herself always being first.
There’s a noise of a creek, thump, creeeeek, thump, creeek, crash.
“What has he found now?”
Malcolm enters dragging a bit of wood that is carved to look like a rectangle with another rectangle inside it.
“What,” Veronica asks, “is that?”
“Oh, hello to you too Veronica.”
“Thank you”, says Malcolm without a side to his comment, Veronica isn’t sure that Malcolm has a side to anything.
Malcolm starts busying himself with something in his bag.
Veronica makes a noise with her throat, “Ah, hem”.
“What’s up V?”
“That,” she pointed hopelessly, “what is that?”
“Oh this? This is a door. It creeks when you open it.”
“Yeah it’s crazy isn’t it. These doors are impossible to find, well they are with the door hole attached.”
“And we need this why?”
“Well for door creeks of course, lots of Ambient music has it in. I mean if we can get a swing, a well and a sheep we can do Virginia Astley live.”
“Sheep are extinct.”
“Hey, a boy can dream.”
“I hear Tom has been practicing making a new noise.”
“I’ve heard that too, but…”
“But what?”, said Veronica.
“I mean, it’s great that Tom is doing that, is filling in the gaps, but I want it all to be real.”
“I know you do, Malc.”
* Malcolm used to have a hover board, but felt it was way too mainstream. His hover roller skates were in fact some roller skates from the 21st Century fused to a hover board which he’d painted with invisiblity paint.