Friday October 23rd, 2015

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: tingling.

Well, they certainly had their opportunities. Oh well, it was a helluva run. Maybe next year? May it at least not be another 22 years before the next playoff appearance?

Haircut was a success, by the way. No issues and Max now looks like a fine, young, respectable toddler again :P

Mine:

The sensation, as it always does, begins at the base of my spine. It moves, ever so slowly, upward, taking its time as though making certain that it has my full attention.

Of course it does, for I know exactly what it means.

She has entered the room.

2 Comments:

Greg said...

Aw, that's a shame. Two nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat victories would have been an amazing way to come back after 22 years! Still, they came back this year, they can do it again next year too :)
Ah, I recognise that sensation! Very nicely described. Of course, the question is, who is 'she'?

Tingling
"What's that tingling sensation you get at the base of your spine mean?" asked Cathy. Alice and Betty looked at each other, and suggested "Heart attack?" and "Stroke?", both sounding perhaps a little too hopefully.
"No, that's not it," said Cathy thoughtfully. Then "Oh, end of constipation."

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, as always with sports, there's always next year.

Ugh. I did not expect that final line. Well done, sir. Well done :P