Friday July 26th, 2013

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the vampire.

No proper reason for that prompt, outside me realizing earlier today that I'd yet to use it.

Excited to go to the market tomorrow with the first of our nectarines. The 25 pints of blackberries are pretty neat too.


The fear was a nuisance, one that he wished he could do without, move beyond. A remnant from childhood that clung tight through his teenage years and lingered still at an age that was, in his opinion, well past such foolishness.

All the talk and rationalization had yet to free him, though.

And so, as the day drew ever closer, his stomach turned and churned at the mere thought of his impending dentist appointment.


Greg said...

Heh, not quite the vampire I was expecting, but a lovely twist nonetheless! Very nice build up to it too :)
Nectarines and blackberries sound lovely... even better if they were put together in a crumble or cobbler!

the Vampire
The insurance form asked him what species he was. He read it through three times, wondering if was mis-reading it, or if it was a typo, or a joke; but no, in black and white the question was, "What species are you?"
He thought: his mother had been an emotional vampire and his father had been an intellectual one.
Sighing, he wrote down "Vampire" and hoped they weren't going to invite him to dinner any time.

Marc said...

Greg - thanks :)

And yes, a blackberry and nectarine crumble would definitely hit the spot right about now...

Poor fellow. Though I should think he would be more worried about what the insurance company will do after reading that response :)