tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1932573301164101240..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday December 26th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-82325265886254754422013-12-31T11:43:42.205-08:002013-12-31T11:43:42.205-08:00Greg - ugh, not very well. But I'm happy to bl...Greg - ugh, not very well. But I'm happy to blame that on new lanes and being distracted by Max!<br /><br />Hah, great take on the prompt. And I am left feeling that Paula got exactly what she deserved, though I'm sure she'll recover quickly.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-21665248227925997192013-12-27T01:46:03.660-08:002013-12-27T01:46:03.660-08:00How did you score at the bowling, now that you'...How did you score at the bowling, now that you're getting all this extra practice in? It sounds like a fun day though, and I'm sure Max was a complete handful.<br />The burden you're writing about comes through very strongly in your writing today, there's a definite heavy, leaden feeling in there. It lifts slightly at the end, just as the narrator explains how he intends to discard it, so very nicely done!<br /><br /><b>Going back</b><br />Lucy wrestled with the gear-stick, but it seemed to be fighting back. Paula, sat in the passenger seat, raised an eyebrow.<br />"Trouble?" she asked, her tone saccharine with sweetness. Lucy's lips stretched thin, and there was a noticeable pause before she answered.<br />"I can't get out of reverse," she said. "In fact, given how little I can feel when I depress the clutch and re-engage, I don't think this car's got any other gears."<br />Paula laughed. Her husband described it as a chorus of angels singing, but Lucy and many other ladies from the Women's Institute tending to refer to it as sounding like an excited donkey. In heat. "Don't be silly," she said. "Car's have <i>lots</i> of gears!"<br />"You don't drive," said Lucy, trying again. The gear-stick would only stay fixed in the R position. "In fact, I've no idea why you bought this car, since you don't drive."<br />"Oh, but there are lots of people who can drive for me," said Paula. She pulled the sun-visor down and started checking her make-up in the mirror.<br />"Well, you've got one fewer," said Lucy with finality. She opened the door and got out. She leaned back in before she closed it though: "Trust me, Paula," she said, "with this car, you're only going back."<br />She slammed the door hard enough to jolt Paula, who promptly poked herself in the eye with the finger that was smoothing down her eyebrows, and walked off. Backwards, just to make her point.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com