Friday August 26th, 2016

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: Lackadaisical Larry.

Who's that, you ask? You tell me. Well, I have a few ideas about this guy, but I'm interested in seeing your interpretations as well.

Going to the market tomorrow with three different varieties of apples (McIntosh, Gala, and Honey Crisp), along with a couple crates of plums, a few crates of leftover peaches, and hopefully some corn (Kat's dad will check what's ready tomorrow morning before I hit the road).

Doing it by myself again, so hopefully things go smoothly. And successfully, ideally.

Mine:

"The brakes are seeming pretty... unresponsive."

"Which mechanic did the tune-up on this rig for you?"

"Uh, some old guy named Larry."

"Oh no, not Lackadaisical Larreeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

2 Comments:

Greg said...

The apples and peaches sound great! I hope it's a quiet market with quick sales for you.
Hmm, your mechanic seems to live up to his name, and it sounds like he's made that trip quite exciting. I hope it's not based on real-life events, or any dream you may have had about tomorrow...

Lackadaisical Larry
"The mechanic yoiu said fixed your cuckoo clock... what was his name?"
"Larry, dear. Why do you ask?"
"The cuckoo says it's on Welfare now and has a note from its doctor saying it only has to cuckoo once every six hours...."

Marc said...

Greg - nah, not based on anything. Just the name that popped into my head. Though Literal Larry had been bouncing around in there for far longer...

Hah, really like your take on the prompt. I can just picture the look on the face of the person on the receiving end of that last line :)