The exercise:
Deadline day was surprisingly quiet. Perhaps... a little too quiet?
Anyway. Write about: ups and downs.
Tuesday September 29th, 2020
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: deadlines.
Property taxes are due tomorrow. The town gave people three extra months to pay them. Judging by how busy we've been this week, far too many people took full advantage of that. I will be glad when 4:30 arrives tomorrow afternoon.
Tuesday September 22nd, 2020
The exercise:
Write two haiku about things which are: in plain sight.
Smoke cleared over the weekend. Enjoying the blue skies, though they are calling for rain tomorrow.
Wednesday September 16th, 2020
The exercise:
Some September Hindsight is on the table today.
Along with lots of grumpy people in town, apparently.
I actually told someone to kiss my ass as they were storming out of town hall this morning, which I think sums up the day pretty well. I guess all this smoke is getting to people.
Mine:
"Blood?" I asked, an involuntary step back putting a bit of space between us. Georgina laughed and closed the distance smoothly. I was still feeling wary but relaxed at her touch - relaxed enough to remember that blood offerings at Shinto shrines were not out of the ordinary. "I mean, right, blood."
"Just a little bit," she said with another tension erasing laugh. "Come on."
Georgina led and I followed in a daze that I blamed on the concussion. Looking back now, I suppose I should have suspected something. But give me a break, okay? It's not like I'd ever even gone to see a hypnotist, much less met one. And Georgina wasn't exactly dangling a pocket watch in front of my face and telling me I was feeling sleepy, all right?
I mean, just go ahead and try to convince me that you've heard of someone being literally hypnotized by somebody's laugh. What's that? Yeah, that's what I thought. So put that judge's wig and robe back in your dress up closet or Tickle Trunk or whatever you keep your very grown up and not at all juvenile costumes in - I'm speaking from experience here, obviously - and let me get on with my story.
"Give me your hand," she said, producing a blade from somewhere on her person. Which, okay, more than a little suspicious. But then she laughed again, seemingly at the expression on my face, and I held out my hand to her. "There we go. It's too late to turn back now."
Even to my muddled mind that sounded anonymous.
No. Omnivore?
That isn't it either.
Ominous! Nailed it.
"What does that mean?" I asked as she laid the blade against my wrist. I didn't even blink as I watched her. "Too late to turn back from what?"
"When a sacrifice is demanded," Georgina said, all signs of laughter and innocent mischief having suddenly vanished, "a sacrifice is given."
Monday September 14th, 2020
The exercise:
Write about: a return to light.
Lingering migraine. Hopefully be all the way gone tomorrow. Along with all this frickin' wildfire smoke that has come up from the States.
Sunday September 13th, 2020
The exercise:
Write about: doubts.
Was going to do Hindsight today, but I caught a migraine yesterday afternoon and it's still bugging me. So putting effort into writing will have to wait until at least tomorrow.
Friday September 4th, 2020
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the end of the road.
Vegas finally managed to eliminate the Canucks from the playoffs this evening. Disappointing, but I don't think too many people gave them much of a chance to get as far as they did this year.
Also: hurray, long weekend!
Thursday September 3rd, 2020
The exercise:
Write about: the watchers in the woods.
The Canucks did it again tonight. The deciding game 7 goes tomorrow night.
Tuesday September 1st, 2020
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: survival.
Canucks managed to win game 5 of their second round series tonight, keeping their playoffs alive for at least another game against Vegas, as they are now down 3 games to 2.
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