Whispered Words

They must have suggested themselves to me in passing, like a stranger's perfume curling over my shoulder from down the street. I did not notice them at the time, for I did not know that I knew them, but one day they rose like a fish from the deep and spoke to me.

Those words. Clinging like smoke to my attention. Growing stronger. As the days passed I found that they wouldn't leave me alone, and I pondered for what special purpose they might be following me.

Curiosity and consciousness welling up in me, I gave in and Googled it.

Lembit Opik. What the hell?