Friday December 27th, 2019

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about a: contagion.

2 comments:

Greg said...

I'm guessing that you've picked contagion as the prompt today based on the new challengers having had malaria at some point in their past -- at least I hope so, and that you've not all started coming down with flu or a bad winter cold. I'm back from Kyiv now, though I should be going again in January. It was just starting to snow as I left, so it should, with a little luck, be beautifully snowy when I return!

Contagion
Theresa had a long chat with the tournament director, who went from listening interestedly to firmly wagging his finger to backing down like a power-walker who missed their turning to some very placatory gestures and finally hung his head in submission. And so it was that Deborah, who had once had malaria, was sat at the table in a bright yellow hazmat suit with the hood firmly in place and an angry Anthony sat opposite her.
"She's not contagious!" he snarled for the third time. "This is ridiculous, this is just a ploy to put us off and make us lose!"

Marc said...

Greg - ... maaaybe. :P

And we're mostly healthy here, though the boys did take turns over the holidays being ill. Miles is almost all the way back to being himself now.

Hah, well played, Theresa. As usual :D