tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1322588842963305659..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday June 5th, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-77529825722602250902017-07-09T00:36:56.506-07:002017-07-09T00:36:56.506-07:00Greg - no, they were definitely dead to begin with...Greg - no, they were definitely dead to begin with. One still had the stick in its mouth that was presumably used to carry it from the beach to the bowl (the other stick was in the garbage bin).<br /><br />In the safety of the comments, I shall say that whoever did it were assholes.<br /><br />I was actually thinking of this incident today, so I suppose it is apt that I finally get around to replying to this post now...<br /><br />Delightfully disgusting details, as is the usual with Mac tales. The mermaid is an interesting touch, and I am left curious as to what 'fishy' business he's up to!Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-14207543292318986172017-06-07T00:41:52.313-07:002017-06-07T00:41:52.313-07:00Fish in a toilet bowl? I wonder if they were aliv...Fish in a toilet bowl? I wonder if they were alive when they went in there, with someone thinking that all they needed was water to survive? It does sound like a no-win situation for you, especially since the fish-smell tends to linger. I can see how that wasn't really how you wanted to spend part of your day!<br /><br /><b>Fishy</b><br />Snow had come to the city and while the roofs of the buildings were white and pristine, except where some joker had been up putting reindeer tracks down, the roads were icy and slush-covered. The Mayoress of the city, Natasha Monkeybutt, had put up an announcement saying that the Department of Public Works was snowed in and that people caught using snow-chains would be jailed for damaging the roads, which after all were city property. Cars drove glacially slowly along the roads, drivers hunched over the wheel, their breaths fogging their windscreens, as they struggled to see what was coming and drive into, or around, it. Even so there were still cars pushed the sides, doors bent, windows broken, tires shredded as accidents happened. A bus edged its way along a road layered with black-ice, and every little fishtail had the passengers raising a wail of terror and clinging to each other like shipwrecked souls on a life-raft.<br />An icy wind carried the warm scent of baking bread down the street, and MacArthur shrugged and sniffed, tempted for a moment to enjoy it. Then the feeling passed and the sweat of the last hour solidified into icicles, and he trudged on. His shoes, worn and holey, let icy water and black slush in, and his toes had gone numb twenty minutes ago. His ankles were starting to go numb as well, but as that alleviated the eternal pain in his feet that wasn't so bad. He turned a corner, crumbling red brick flaking from the wall under the assault of winter as he passed, and trudged ten metres down the street to a glass-fronted shop that might have been a laundrette. The plate-glass window was opaque with steam on the inside, and he took a deep, lung-chilling breath before pushing open the door and going in.<br />"Wotcha, Mac," said a soft voice. Clouds of steam billowed around him reminding him of a Finnish sauna that had not ended well. "Shut the bloody door, it's cold out there."<br />"It's blistering in here," he growled, his voice like rocks in a cement mixer, but he pushed the door too. A scent, or maybe taste, of aniseed came through on the clouds of water vapour and started him coughing.<br />"Normally I'd tell you to take your clothes off," said the voice, and there was humour vying with disgust in the tone, "but in your case I don't see the point. Just walk three steps forward."<br />The splash indicated that MacArthur had found the large, deep, warm pool that actually took up most of the floor-space in this shop. He plunged beneath the scented water and tried to scream as the heat woke up frozen extremeties and reminded them of what had been happening to them. Water rushed into his lungs, and as he tried to spit it back out again his arms windmilled and he splashed like an aroused manatee.<br />Strong arms hauled him up above the water and dumped him half in and half-out, bent over the side of the pool, then powerful fists hammered down on his back expelling the water from his lungs. He coughed weakly and slid back into the pool, managing to keep his head above water this time. A greasy grey slick of filth started to spread outwards from his clothes.<br />"Jesus Mac, you been home in a week?"<br />"No, Annie," said Mac. "It's been a tough one."<br />The clouds of steam cleared near the surface of the water, and Mac could see Annie, the only mermaid in town, across the pool.<br />"So what brings you here?"<br />"Something fishy."<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com