Don't think of it as being so close to Christmas, think of it as being three weeks away from the new year! Then ask yourself when you really expected 2023 to turn up, or if it's always just been a far-off number in your mind :) Because we're really only a couple of years away from being a quarter of the way through the century :)
Also; nice addition to the year-long prompt!
Trouble "The ambulance service says they're busy," said Jennifer, hanging up her phone. Her usually pretty face was twisted into something unreadable but angry. "They said, and I'm quoting here, 'it's Christmas and we're having a party and we'll be back on duty when everyone's sobered up'." Judith, Jennifer's partner, stared at her in disbelief, waiting for her to grin cheekily and reveal that she was joking. As the silence dragged on, she said, "You're serious, aren't you? They can't do that!" "Apparently they can, because they have!" Mick groaned. He was lying on the concrete floor with his legs at the wrong angle to his body. Next to him was the step-ladder he'd fallen from, and wreaths of tinsel were scattered around him. High above, out of the way of any passing moose, was a biblically realistic angel overseeing the disaster. "He's got broken legs," said Judith. She was aware she sounded pathetic, but her brain wasn't working well after the shock of finding her elderly father on the floor. "He can't drive himself to the hospital, can he?" "I know!" Jennifer looked ready to stab someone. "You can drive though, we'll have to take him ourselves." Judith turned the colour of fresh milk. "I've got a 2CV," she said faintly. "We'll never get him into that lying down. And he can't sit up." Jennifer's hand clenched, her knuckles turning the same colour as Judith's face. She seemed to be thinking intently. "I'll get him a blanket," said Judith, trying to make her brain work. She felt slightly sick. "The floor has to be cold." "Yes," said Jennifer, sounding distant. "But... we still have to get him to the hospital."
When Judith returned she found Jennifer strapping Mick to a pair of tied-together planks. "Where did you get them? And what are you doing?" Jennifer didn't turn her head, just said grimly, "they're from when he was painting the ceiling; they were over in the corner stood up against the wall. I'm strapping him down in five places, that should keep him from moving." "But why?" Judith's question was more of a wail. "Because we have to get him to the hospital, that's why!" Jennifer didn't mean to snap but all the tension had to escape somehow. "So we're going to make sure he can't move; then we wrap him as warmly as we can, and then you drive us there." "He won't fit!" "He's going on the roof," said Jennifer. "And given what this place is like with tik-tok, he's probably going viral too."
Greg - hah, thanks for that. And thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the addition! You can expect the final installment to arrive before Christmas.
Hahaha... oh, I shouldn't be laughing. Anyway! That certainly is a troublesome situation. And I do applaud the continued references to moose proofing the holidays.
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Don't think of it as being so close to Christmas, think of it as being three weeks away from the new year! Then ask yourself when you really expected 2023 to turn up, or if it's always just been a far-off number in your mind :) Because we're really only a couple of years away from being a quarter of the way through the century :)
Also; nice addition to the year-long prompt!
Trouble
"The ambulance service says they're busy," said Jennifer, hanging up her phone. Her usually pretty face was twisted into something unreadable but angry. "They said, and I'm quoting here, 'it's Christmas and we're having a party and we'll be back on duty when everyone's sobered up'."
Judith, Jennifer's partner, stared at her in disbelief, waiting for her to grin cheekily and reveal that she was joking. As the silence dragged on, she said, "You're serious, aren't you? They can't do that!"
"Apparently they can, because they have!"
Mick groaned. He was lying on the concrete floor with his legs at the wrong angle to his body. Next to him was the step-ladder he'd fallen from, and wreaths of tinsel were scattered around him. High above, out of the way of any passing moose, was a biblically realistic angel overseeing the disaster.
"He's got broken legs," said Judith. She was aware she sounded pathetic, but her brain wasn't working well after the shock of finding her elderly father on the floor. "He can't drive himself to the hospital, can he?"
"I know!" Jennifer looked ready to stab someone. "You can drive though, we'll have to take him ourselves."
Judith turned the colour of fresh milk. "I've got a 2CV," she said faintly. "We'll never get him into that lying down. And he can't sit up."
Jennifer's hand clenched, her knuckles turning the same colour as Judith's face. She seemed to be thinking intently.
"I'll get him a blanket," said Judith, trying to make her brain work. She felt slightly sick. "The floor has to be cold."
"Yes," said Jennifer, sounding distant. "But... we still have to get him to the hospital."
When Judith returned she found Jennifer strapping Mick to a pair of tied-together planks.
"Where did you get them? And what are you doing?"
Jennifer didn't turn her head, just said grimly, "they're from when he was painting the ceiling; they were over in the corner stood up against the wall. I'm strapping him down in five places, that should keep him from moving."
"But why?" Judith's question was more of a wail.
"Because we have to get him to the hospital, that's why!" Jennifer didn't mean to snap but all the tension had to escape somehow. "So we're going to make sure he can't move; then we wrap him as warmly as we can, and then you drive us there."
"He won't fit!"
"He's going on the roof," said Jennifer. "And given what this place is like with tik-tok, he's probably going viral too."
Greg - hah, thanks for that. And thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed the addition! You can expect the final installment to arrive before Christmas.
Hahaha... oh, I shouldn't be laughing. Anyway! That certainly is a troublesome situation. And I do applaud the continued references to moose proofing the holidays.
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