Friday October 22nd, 2021

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the complainer.

Some people, you guys. Some. People.

Anyway. It's the weekend! Hurray!

2 comments:

Greg said...

Well, some people are happiest when they're complaining about things, and some people are happiest when they're creating a drama, so sooner or later you're going to run into some of them unless you're a hermit. And even then, I suspect someone would find a way to complain... I hope you managed to handle your complainers with elegance and aplomb and that they don't come back :)

The complainer
"Well, I must say this place is an absolute tip! What are you doing here, living in a cave, eating roots and berries and using a tree for a toilet?"
The hermit, who was doing exactly that and being paid 800CAD a month by Sixticton's council (who believed that a genuine hermit was a tourist attraction and a good way of distracting from the Asbestos Park problem), smiled revealing brown teeth and a blackened stump of a tongue.
The complainer shuddered and started shrieking about dentists, tailors and other things well out of the hermit's budget while Security approached with tasers out.

Marc said...

Greg - yes, we know those people either by sight as they approach the doors or by voice over the phone. Or by name when the emails come in.

That's a unique tourist attraction idea! Well done, Sixticton!