A Book, Small, Black, slightly Shiny, possibly Leather ...


	Black Satin - Credits



	Sleep cracks, as lids flutter in dream Take me back gilded horse, Madame Queen, Mrs King ...



	Small, black and yes, slightly shiny. Possibly leather ... but more likely faux.



	Eyes transfixed, examining the shape, texture ... aura? No! Surely, it’s only a mass-produced book. But still, I dare not reach forth and touch it. My body has frozen, and my mind is not far behind.



	All of a sudden, without warning, my bedroom door clangs open and in trots a horse. A gilded horse with an albatross on its back and a crown on her head ...



	I look down at my nightstand and see a small red book.

	A little black book, cloaked in an ambience, almost a presence Mr Black-hat picks up the book, opens to a random page and inks a code, or potentially codes The picture is unclear and before I can truly focus, the book closes and the image dissolves

	Great! What was that bloody code! I look down at my diary and ... *what the Bloody Hell is that!*



	Two, twenty-eight, Churchill three Ten and three, what’s it mean to me? Two, twenty-eight, Churchill three Ten and three, what’s it mean to me?



	The strong coffee gives me a headache, so when my canter passes the newsstand, I give the guy an indignant mouthful. Complaining bitterly, about how a $5.00 notebook could not possibly be leather.



	The rest, as they say, is history ... Number 13, Black Satin Race 3, Churchill Downs 28th of February at 200 to 1



	So, what happened to the Little Red Book?



	It is now bound in a small, black, slightly shiny, definitely leather cover. With no hint of faux. My treasured notebook never became a diary in the strict sense, it is now a dream journal. I keep it by my bed for any visions of crowns, black hats, gilded horses and perhaps a stray bird or two.



	Author .......... Tim StiX Proof reading ... Lexie StiX Artwork ........ Jane StiX Digital images ... Tim StiX Digital effects ... Tim StiX