Friday January 18th, 2019

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the medallion.

2 comments:

Greg said...

The dentist turned out to be taking the moulds for the crowns, so it was a painless trip, and since I pay next time when the crowns go in, a cheap one too!

The medallion
Lord Derby's fingers slipped into an inside pocket of his jacket and his fingers nimbly found what might have been a seam. Gently teasing that apart, he pulled a flat copper disc on a chain from the hidden pocket in the inside pocket, and pulled it out into the softly pulsing light of the quarry.
"A medallion?" said Tomasz, squinting to try and see it better.
"The way home," said Lord Derby, managing at the last moment to restrain himself from adding "I hope."

Marc said...

Greg - hah, well I suppose that's the best sort of dentist visit.

He hopes? He hopes?!?

Damnit, Greg...