The Paroles Of JK

That is the last we shall see or hear of Michael Voice; you may imagine he is returned to the earth in the form of ashes or that he was ascended into heaven to become one with the heavenly host or that he was taken to the pit of Hell to burn for evermore. You do not know. If you knew what kind of man he was perhaps you could judge, but you do not, and so you must accept that you will never know.

Sophie’s story, however, is not finished. Indeed, I doubt whether I will ever be able to fully document or indeed finish it on these pages. For the moment, however, I will continue it, in the vain hope of making sense of the world, and also to secure a publishing contract, and by doing so earn enough money to release me from the bonds of Work.

Sophie, as has been previously noted, was in possession of a terribly dull name - which was not of her doing - and a photograph - which was. She was looking at this photo now, as she walked back to her house. There had been writing on the back, but the water had faded it, and only a couple of numbers were visible - 48°51’29”
002°17’40”

Some of you reading will grasp at once what these numbers mean. The rest of you will turn immediately to whatever search engine is currently your favourite and tap the digits in. That will put you in the position of knowing more about this photograph than Sophie. Please, if you do know more, do not be smug, as it is a most unbefitting attitude, and one that is not well loved by many people.

When Sophie had walked home, taking the long route, to turn over in her mind the events of that morning, she paused on the doorstep. She wondered whether to tell her mother - her father was many miles away - about what had occured that morning. She decided against it. Her mother worried enough, in Sophie’s opinion. Of course, the curious thing about mothers is that they are rather apt to worrying, and worry even more when you tell them that there is nothing to worry about. It is a curious inverse law and can be found throughout the Universe, even where the mothers are pan dimensional beings who can see all potential futures. (As a matter of fact, this merely makes them worry more.)

No, Sophie decided; she would not tell her mother. As a matter of fact, she would not tell anyone. This was a very sensible thing to do, and may have saved her mother’s life.