tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post2837500396114421621..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday February 12th, 2015Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-77417671397128895552015-02-16T10:06:58.368-08:002015-02-16T10:06:58.368-08:00Greg - sadly, I believe we're past the sledgeh...Greg - sadly, I believe we're past the sledgehammer stage. Ah, well.<br /><br />Ah, I do enjoy Dave's endless enthusiasm for opening doors which are best left alone.<br /><br />... but that's probably because I'm not in there with him.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-49720421913921603222015-02-13T05:20:34.743-08:002015-02-13T05:20:34.743-08:00Well done on not scaring away the other parents an...Well done on not scaring away the other parents and children with the fear of disease! It sounds like you all had a good time there too, and a little cough isn't going to upset people (unless there's an outbreak of tuberculosis going on I guess...). Good luck with the bathroom, and try to make the sledgehammer the second resort instead of the first :)<br />I like these three girls all the more as you share more of their details with us. They certainly seem like an interesting bunch, especially Tammy with her quiet thoughtfulness and then her dramatic and exciting ideas. And her conservative dress style too; I have a definitely idea of what she looks like!<br /><br /><b>The third wheel</b><br />Dave was soaked, though he was not entirely sure that that was the right term. As they'd ushered people inside the bunker, making them cover their noses and breathe through their mouths so that the rotten Great Canadian Mushroom mountain didn't make them vomit (any more than they already had) Vince had spotted a large door with a three-foot wheel-handle over to the right. He'd beckoned Dave over and pointed it out.<br />"That'll be where the Great Canadian Maple Syrup lake is," he'd said, sounding almost reverential.<br />"Great," said Dave. "That has to smell better than this!" So he'd spun the wheel and the door had creaked open, slowly at first, and then gathering speed. Gathering speed, because, as Dave had learned, the Great Canadian Maple Syrup lake had a door at the bottom to let the lake out, and this was it; this was why the door was huge, and pressure-sealed, and needed a wheel to be turned to open it.<br />Vince has picked Dave up from where the wave of syrup had deposited him and sat him upright. "That was awesome!" he said. "The way you body-surfed for 40 metres!"<br />"Saturated," said Dave, his mind feeling dislocated.<br />"Huh, Dave?"<br />"I'm not soaked, I'm saturated," said Dave. He dragged himself to his feet, sticking to anything he touched. He saw another door across the corridor, also opened by a wheel.<br />"What's that?" he said pointing. Somewhere dark in his head a little voice tried to scream not to touch, but he couldn't really hear it; he thought maybe the Maple Syrup had drizzled in through his ears and insulated his brain.<br />"Pressure door, Dave," said Vince. "Maybe we shouldn't touch that one."<br />"Bugger that!" said Dave, determined not to let Vince tell him what to do. He pulled himself free from Vince's grip, and spun the wheel.<br />The door swung open slowly, and lots of little bottles fell out, cascading over Dave. Vince backed away, holding his sleeve across his face.<br />"Whuh?" said Dave.<br />"Weaponised smallpox!" said Vince, his voice muffled.<br />"Righ'," said Dave. "Nothing broke. I think."<br />He looked through the doorway and saw another pressure door on the other side. "What's behind that then?" he said, pointing at the third wheel.<br />"I don't want to know, Dave," said Vince. "I do not want to know."<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com