Friday November 4th, 2016

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the moving company.

Had a successful trip to Penticton this morning. Got back just in time to spend the afternoon helping a friend's mom and dad move into their place just around the corner from us.

I think am in danger of becoming a professional mover.

Anyway, I am tired and sore and I've got a long day at the bakery ahead of me tomorrow. So I'll just get on with the writing, if you don't mind too much.


Mine:

The boxes are perfectly packed, not an item unaccounted for, nor a fragile heirloom so much as scratched. We are exactly on schedule, as promised. Our clients will be supremely pleased with our work, of that I am utterly certain.

Now... if we could only remember where we parked the truck...

2 Comments:

Greg said...

Professional mover might not be a bad not-quite-full-time occupation you know :) And it'll keep you warm in winter, save you money on gym membership fees and you can co-opt Max and Miles once they're old enough. You could create a professional-mover dynasty!
Hah, and your four-line prose neatly summarises the only issue I guess you might have... :-D

The moving company
"They were here last Saturday, but I can't find them now!"
"Yes, Jane, but they're the moving company."
"What's that supposed to mean, Dale?"
"Well, they've moved... that's what they do...."

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, give it a few years and we'll be Father and Sons Moving Company.

Maybe not.

Haha, I like your very literal moving company. I'm not sure how they'd stay in business, but I suppose if they're that dedicated and good at what they do... that'll sort itself out!