Friday December 4th, 2020

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: subterfuge.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Does today's prompt mean that you're up to nefarious tricks (and possibly been recalled to your duties as Canada's number one assassin) in order to move into your new house faster? ;-)

We're revisiting Mr Sticks today, because I happened across him (while looking for Captain Rascal, who I am thinking of basing the next longer story around, if you like the idea).

Subterfuge
Mr Sticks's smile was the rictus grin of a century-old cadaver set as a warning to tomb-robbers in a hot, dessicating country, and (as always) his dentist recoiled from it reflexively. He checked that the walking sticks were set safely far away, and sighed.
"Whatever subterfuge you're up to, Sir, I cannot do enough with modern dentistry to hide that smile."
"I don't want you to hide my smile," said Mr Sticks, "but I do want you to sharpen my teeth until sharks fear me."

Marc said...

Greg - hey, whatever pays the bills. The bills, in this case, being the mortgage.

Ah, I had forgotten about Sticks. And I'm not sure I'm remembering Captain Rascal, either. A reminder might be order?

Hmm, Sticks is definitely a fellow not to be messed with. I don't envy his dentist, in the least.