Friday September 1st, 2017

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about something that is: lame.

First day back went well. Pretty quiet all around. Not sure how much of that can be attributed to the smoke, but we shall see. It's the final long weekend of the summer before school resumes next week, so I'm sure I'll be kept busy for the next three days one way or another.


Jeeez, this job is soooooo lame. All this lifting and walking and bending an-aaahhhhh!

Oh god, my hamstring!

Great, now I'm lame too.


Greg said...

Glad that the first day back was nice and easy! Let's hope the other days are just as easy on you :)
Hmm, well, that doesn't sound good, but I guess that's what you get for complaining... :-P I hope it's not based on real events.

"I think it's polyester actually darling, but I have to admit it really does look like the real thing, doesn't it?"
"You're wearing five metres of shiny gold fabric with ruffles up the wazoo, and I hate it all, and I also don't understand what you're talking about."
"Your text -- you said you thought this was lamé?"
"LAME... I said that dress was LAME, fergossake."

Marc said...

Greg - not really based on what happened. I was just walking and felt a twinge in my hamstring that bothered me for part of the day. It set off my brain on this track though, so I figured I'd make use of it.

Hah, that's a great take on the prompt. You've painted quite the image in my head :D