The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the in between.
The boys' Christmas school break started today, so I brought them down to Osoyoos to hang out at the farm while I worked. On the drive home, the following conversation took place when we were outside of Osoyoos and well away from passing through Oliver.
Miles: Are we in Oliver yet?
Me: No.
Miles: Are we in Oliver yet?
Max: No! We're in the in between!
2 comments:
:-D I rather like the description that Max gave, and it sounds fairly accurate -- you have lots of in-between spaces in Canada as I recall. Sounds like you have a little competitiveness starting up between them as well -- I hope that calms down fairly quickly!
The in-between
"Where did Doctor Bill go?" asked an ashen-faced nurse who'd run into the room because of all the screaming. Julie was red-faced, still screaming, and looked like she was in the late stages of labour with triplets at least, and Doctor Bill's assistant was crouched in a corner clutching a glass jar of gnomes and pointing at Julie, his arm shaking.
"He's in the in-between," he moaned, making the nurse go from ashy to milk-white. "They dragged him in, every last inch of him!"
Greg - yes, far more in between than... ins? Whatever. And yes, they are very competitive already. It can calm down any frickin' second now.
Lord. Why do I keep forgetting about this continuing tale? I shall have to pick my prompt carefully tomorrow...
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