Friday December 31st, 2021

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: going out with a bang.

You're welcome, Greg.

Happy new year, everyone!

2 comments:

Greg said...

I swear this prompt isn't what I was after but... I reckon you were laughing again when you thought of it. And poor Julie.
Happy New Year, I hope you had a fun New Year's Eve and that your most fiendish ideas turn, somehow, into resolutions this year ;-)

Going out with a bang
"The nosebone's connected to the tailbone, and the tailbone's connected to the kneebone...." The pest-control expert was singing quietly to himself as he numbered Julie roughly every 5cm around her legs, arms and torso (her head had a single number on it as if that couldn't be found in one piece then re-assembly would be impossible).
"Help!" wailed Julie, who was starting to think she could hear tiny chattering voices and see little claws clutching the sides of the bed.
"Hush now," said a nurse, who had asked (without getting an answer) three times now for the pest control expert to confirm that he was a real doctor, "Not everyone gets to see out the old year with a literal bang."

Marc said...

Greg - uh huh. And maybe I was, maybe I wasn't.

This is actually tamer than what I was expecting, so... um, thanks? The single number for the head was a delightfully grim detail.