more story + help me think of a name for it!!

here i am again. im hoping to finish this story on my blog before i go away to the beach so there will probably be quite a few posts over the next few days. at the moment im listening to 'fire, fire fire' by dappled cities fly. i bought with an itunes voucher i got for christmas. i also ought 'we are amphibious' by children collide. seriously wierd song but really cool. its got a great beat. anyway, back to business. ive got two more chapters of the book written up. only one more long one (the conclusion) to go. but heres the deal, i need a name for the book. im hopeless with names. can anyone help me???????????? also, here are some more cool hoop tricks. the photographs are elena lev, amazingly talented hoopist (is that the right word?) who i saw in alegria by the cirque.



Chapter Three
Every night almost Peter wakes screaming from some terrible dream. Then he always makes himself a strong cup of tea with a dash of whisky and goes to sit in his garden. He always sits on the right side of the garden bench he made for Annie when they got engaged and this night is no different. Sitting there he talks to Annie, her memory a heavy weight of sorrow on the bench next to him. As daylight chases away the stars he stirs from his thoughts and stands, his old bones creaking from having sat it the same position for hours. Now calmed, his nightmare only a memory, Peter begins to walk back towards the house. A frenzied barking close by startles him, he pauses then detours round the side of his house and open the sturdy wooden gate. As soon as it is open enough a small yapping torpedo on legs races past Peter’s feet into the garden.
“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry sir” gasps a flushed young lady puffing up to the gate, “Licker! Licker, come here you bad dog! Licker! I’m sorry sir –sometimes he is so disobedient. He was chasing a cat, it must have gone into your garden.
“That’s all right love” replies Peter slightly amused and the crazy dogs antics, “I’m sure we can catch him between us.”

Chapter Four
He leads the way back round to the garden where he sees the Jack Russel jumping up at the fence. On top of the brick fence sits the neighbours ginger cat, peering down quizzically at the small dog. Peter moves round to the other side of the fence, the dog doesn’t even notice him its so intent on its prey.
“We can probably corner him. You move in from the other side” Peter instructs the young lady. They move in slowly until Peter is inches from the dog. He reaches out a hand to grab hold of the collar but at the last moment it darts sideways and escapes. They both the dog around the garden for ten minutes until puffed, it suddenly stops, looking them happily with its tongue hanging out. The lady clips on its lead, all the while scolding the dog and apologising to Peter.
“Its fine love. Don’t worry about it. Used to have one m’self, they can be a handful cant they? What with all that energy and that.
He sees the lady and Licker off then returns to his kitchen. Puffing slightly with the unexpected exercise he begins to make breakfast. Just as he is pouring milk over a bowl of cereal he feels an immense pain, jabbing in his heart. Leaning over and groaning he clutches his chest as the pain spread in spears of agony all over his body. He crashes to his knees as the world begins to spin and he finds it hard to breathe. Then, slowly, he can feel the pain receding from his limbs and the kitchen floor comes back into focus. Panting, he stands leaning heavily on the bench. He notices the milk spilt all over the floor; he must have dropped it.
“No use crying over spilt milk” he comments dryly. He collapses into the nearest chair and immediately falls asleep, exhausted from the pain.
Hours later, in the late afternoon he wakes. His neck and back ache from the position he has been sleeping in and crease marks from his shirt cross his face like harsh scars.
Gently, he gets to his feet and stumbles upstairs. In his bedroom he pulls the curtains and climbs into bed. Instantly he falls asleep again, oblivious to the world outside.