Passion at work!

I lowered myself gingerly into the familiar cockpit. The grooves from the seat scratched at my skin, catapulting me back to those sweaty, summer days. A faint smell of metal and plastic probed at my thoughts and I could feel my body sinking deeper into position, whisking me away to the other side - a place of dimensions where reality and fantasy became intertwined.

My fingers sought out the bright dayglow buttons, demanding my attention - titillating me with their velvety spheres - how I loved the feeling of those soft, rounded grooves, embracing my fingertips with grateful reunion. With one small touch, a story is borne.

I scanned the kaleidoscope of images before me - flashes of action penetrating my vision. My heart beat faster; my senses tuned in. The cacophony of sounds began to take form. It felt as if my skin was being kissed by a thousand sensory projections. My eyes began to direct the palette of worlds into evolving stories that each held their own secret. This universe of life, started taking shape.

Dirty little secrets flying off the screen like crazed butterflies escaping their cells. Overload of the senses, I fished for the scoops. Like a passionate pianist I tickled the keys to capture the scene. Orders from behind conducted the score! A bombardment of messages being bullied to fruition. Punching and teasing and catching and directing, the story unfolded amidst the mishmash of action.

And then....quiet. Settling down whilst the characters played out their fortunes, we all watched, glued to the screen, as the choices they made paved the way for the next manic panic!

to be continued...