Friday June 17th, 2016

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose which take place at: the beach.

Between Becky and I we picked 22 pints of raspberries this morning. Adam managed 6 pints of strawberries before heading to work. I can only shake my head at his insistence on getting those. And, I suppose, thank him for his efforts.

We'll also be taking the final 16 crates of cherries and a couple large bags filled with heads of broccoli to the market tomorrow morning. Oh, and Kat's parents also found enough apricots to fill one crate and enough transparent apples to fill half of another.

Hopefully the rain will hold off long enough for us to sell most of our produce.

Mine:

"Helen... when you said you were taking us to a muscle beach, I really wasn't expecting... this."

"What's the problem, girl?"

"I just didn't think you'd be so... literal."

"Ooooh baby, check out the stud with the bulging quad!"

2 Comments:

Greg said...

That sounds like a good harvest for the market! And I hope the six pints of strawberries are appreciated, given the hard work that went into getting them! Rain sounds nice; it doesn't rain much here and it's summer weather so it's pretty hot all the time. Refreshing sound wonderful right now!
Ah, that sounds like a rather surprising beach, perhaps something you'd find near an exclusive cosmetic surgery facility? I can quite understand why Helen's companion is so surprised! Me too....

The beach
"Are you sure this is the beach where you buried the treasure, Cap'n? Only I don't remember quicksand, alligators, and a volcano in the background last time we came here."
Captain Sandy Bottoms, recurring master of the Pink Daffodil, took a careful step sideways that the complainer, the leader of the mutineers for Mutiny XXXXVII, failed to notice.
"Man-eating plants too," he said, as the gigantic Venus fly-trap leaned over and snapped the ex-mutineer up.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, pretty sure those pints were gone shortly after the market opened.

I was imagining my muscle beach to be filled with guys who focused solely on working out one muscle over all the others. Like a guy with one huge bicep, and another with a massive calf, and another with one pec much, much bigger than the other. In my mind the scene is a little grotesque and a lot hilarious :D

Ah, good to see Captain Bottoms is alive and (relatively) well. And cleverly surviving another mutiny attempt! Thank you for this, it brought a big smile to my face :)