Friday July 17th, 2020

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about something that has been: altered.

Made it to my first weekend in four months. Feeling quite tired, unsurprisingly, but generally pretty good.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Haha, I guess you mean that it feels like the weekends and weekdays haven't been different for the last four months? Or did Canada actually cancel Saturdays and Sundays in favour of something else? ;-)

Altered
Theresa and Margaret sat back down at the table and looked at the board.
"This board looks different," said Margaret slowly. "Like it's been... altered?"
The tiles, she was certain, were all in the right place, but there were thin grey lines on the surface on the board now that were hard to focus on, and the squares all seemed to be slightly silvery and possibly, sometimes, not quite square.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, it was all just Whateverdays all the time, because nobody knew what day it was meant to be.

Hmm, this is a troubling alteration. I wonder what they're up to...