Friday July 15th, 2016

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about something that is: never-ending.

Picked 25 pints of blackberries today, with some help from Kat and a little help from Max too. Miles helped by sleeping in his carrier for most of the time Kat was picking. It was a family effort.

Also bringing 12 crates of nectarines and 2.5 crates of peaches to the market tomorrow. Kat and Miles will be coming up with me in the truck (his first truck ride!) and Max will be coming up a bit later with Kat's Dad. Should be fun. Hopefully the rain holds off for us.

It feels like it's been a while since I've been there. Only three weeks, but it seems like a lot longer. Looking forward to being back there at any rate.


I can see it coming from miles away. The sound of its approach is familiar, almost comforting in its regularity. It is, quite simply, the never-ending lie.

"I'll get to that tomorrow."


Greg said...

That does sound like quite the family effort on the blackberry picking. It also sounds like the start of a children's adventure novel from the 1950s -- Enid Blyton or someone similar. You were all out picking blackberries and looking forward to a dip in the lake when you parted some brambles and discovered a silver Jaguar crashed against a tree. There were spots of blood on the interior leatherwork, but no-one to be seen anywhere. While you're looking worriedly around Max popped the trunk and discovered a young woman tied and gagged, her eyes pleading for help, and a handbag full of a new drug for doping horses. Shenanigans ensue!
Hah, you're right, that is one of the more comforting lies people tell. Usually to themselves!

The room was quiet; the spelling bee was down to three contestants. David and Agatha were both six, and Sixticton's skinny thug was probably in his late teens but no-one was quite sure. The judge looked at him, and said, "Spell Banana."
"B-A-N-A-" he began confidently, then, "N-A-N-A...N...A...N-A-N-A...N...A..."

Marc said...

Greg - yes, well, your tale started off so... age appropriately. But I have been thinking of children tales for Max and Miles. I just, unsurprisingly, need to find the time to work on them.

Hah, great take on the prompt. I was not expecting that at all. I thought you were headed in the direction of a neverending spelling bee... though I suppose that if nobody interrupts the spelling of banana, it might actually be neverending!