Friday August 10th, 2018

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the homecoming.

2 comments:

Greg said...

So you're a homecoming King? The belgian waffles sound nice, and I'm glad you've escaped the lobster cookout -- or at least, the aftermath of it. I guess you might get invited to the party side of it this year :)

I think we should continue where we left off last Friday...

The homecoming
"This isn't the homecoming I was expecting," said Frodo, pretending not to notice that Samwise's head had slipped off his own shoulders and was now nestled in his lap. "I was expecting dancing hobbits, and pipeweed and butterbeer and pipeweed and... pipeweed."
"Who the hell puts butter in beer?" said Tomfool, his jaw dropping open with horror at the idea of spoiling a drink like that.
"You should have thought of that before you stole the rin – am I sensing a palantir in your backpack, hobbit?" snarled Gandalf.

Marc said...

Greg - eh, the community centre has always felt most like home for me of all the town divisions. Felt like coming back home, as king or otherwise :)

Pretty sure I'd pass on that invitation. Too many bad associations with the event and the people who run it.

Ah, the misadventures continue apace :D