Friday March 8th, 2019

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the advocate.

2 comments:

Greg said...

It feels like Spring is back in Malta as the sun is out more now; though 'Winter' becomes a relative term then as it was never really cold enough to be more than a stiff autumn. I shall have to start hiding indoors again at midday :)

The advocate
Sixticton's Clerk of Court was chatting idly to the Chief of Police about how the recent upsurge in volcanism in the area had improved the wines in the vineyards when the skinny thug pimp-rolled up to his desk and set a green-iced cake down with exaggerated care.
"There," he said, smiling and showing too few teeth, "I gotta one."
The Clerk of Court and the Chief of Police exchanged glances, both mentally running through a list of offences that the thug might be trying to make amends for and coming up blank.
"An avocake," said the skinny thug, looking from one to the other, "you know, a cake made from avocados."

Marc said...

Greg - spring is finally threatening to return here as well. We still have snow on the ground, though most of that seems to have melted today. We're all quite ready for it around these parts.

Despite his best efforts, I'm pretty sure I'd never eat anything the skinny thug makes.