tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post2248541819806843192..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday September 3rd, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-88880222504025837982014-09-11T01:00:06.558-07:002014-09-11T01:00:06.558-07:00Greg - oh yes, the fruit flies were horrendous at ...Greg - oh yes, the fruit flies were horrendous at the time of this writing. They're not quite so bad now but all it takes is a peach going rotten at the bottom of the fruit bowl without us noticing and things get gross again.<br /><br />Love your descriptions, as always, and the way things escalate throughout your tale.<br /><br />Morganna - speaking of horrendous... what an awful situation. I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to be living in the midst of that.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-61224122833222790542014-09-04T05:58:44.252-07:002014-09-04T05:58:44.252-07:00I quite like the rain, but very windy would defini...I quite like the rain, but very windy would definitely put the weather into the "bad" category for me. Well done on getting the harvesting done in the antagonistic weather!<br />I guess you'd have a real problem with fruit flies at certain times of the year, given you've got orchards around! I like your descriptions of them, and the inevitability of their ability to congregate en masse. The third paragraph seemed particularly apt and well written :)<br />And the last line... how very Game of Thrones! ;-)<br /><br /><b>The outbreak</b><br />Dr. Silver slipped her Hello Kitty earmuffs off and hung them on a free arm of the coatstand. It was a wobbly aluminium pole with coats hung higgledy-piggledy on it, and the additional weight -- or perhaps the gross indigity of Hello Kitty -- caused it to overbalanced and shed its load all over the floor. Dr. Silver tutted and picked her earmuffs up and set them on a nearby desk.<br />"How's the outbreak?" she asked, her voice light and breezy. "All contained?"<br />"Hardly." The word was grunted out by Damon, sat a desk away and the only other person in the room. There were dark circles under his eyes, and though the office (and building) were strictly non-smoking, there was a brimming ash-tray on his desk and a packet of cigarettes underneath his computer monitor.<br />"I thought we were nearly done?" Dr. Silver removed a cashmere Hello Kitty scarf that had cost her two months' salary and folded it up carefully. Damon turned round, his chair creaking under his weight.<br />"We found a new patient zero," he said. "We did some questioning, and it turns out that that little party where it all started... well, it wasn't that little. It was actually a full-blown orgy. We've got the guest-list now, and there's twenty-seven of them. And," Damon paused significantly, "the staff at the house were invited to join in as well."<br />"They never!" Dr. Silver was appalled at the idea of sleeping with the help.<br />"Oh yes, they did. And there's up to fourteen of them, because no-one paid enough attention to see who joined in and who didn't."<br />"So...?" Dr. Silver put her handbag in her in-tray and sighed, reaching for her white-coat and shotgun.<br />"This outbreak of necrotizing syphilis got raised to epidemic level at 22:44 last night."<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com