tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post2953509832493391184..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday November 1st, 2015Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-58243960241371855562015-11-03T00:06:32.695-08:002015-11-03T00:06:32.695-08:00Greg - indeed he has. I am quite pleased with the ...Greg - indeed he has. I am quite pleased with the general quality of the parts of it that I've seen. Though I should admit to not yet seeing Sherlock with Benedict Cumberbatch.<br /><br />Hah, I think you're enjoying writing these two nearly as much as I enjoy reading them! Though now I'm left wondering about how this woman will be received upon her arrival in Sixticton...Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-66009894528454022722015-11-02T02:35:41.364-08:002015-11-02T02:35:41.364-08:00Sherlock Holmes seems to have had one of his perio...Sherlock Holmes seems to have had one of his periodic revivals of late, it seems like he's everywhere again, being reinterpreted for the times and places that we have today. Which isn't a bad thing, though perhaps it would be nice to see something a little more novel from time to time too. Still, it sounds like you're enjoying it, and your piece is thoughtful and leaves me wondering what it is that's weighing on the narrator's mind and driving him (or her!) to philosophise about it. I haven't seen the show, but I'm impressed with what you've produced from the prompt.<br /><br /><b>Concealed</b><br />"Norm? Norm!" Henry's voice, probably only adequately described as stentorian, echoed around the lumber yard. A pile of chairs, all remnants from dining sets, shifted slightly as a result of the sonic assault. "Norm!"<br />"Sweet mother of angels, Henry," said Norm waddling round the corner of the steel shelving that ran the length of the yard. Planks of wood of varying grades and sizes jutted out from it, all above his head. "The yard's not big enough for you to shout like that. Go buy an indoor voice from somewhere."<br />He looked on as Henry gestured to a woman in a long purple dress. The dress was stretched unpleasantly tightly over her rather full figure as though she thought she was thinner than she actually was. Her breasts were cruellest treated and swelled and oozed over the low-cut neck giving her more seepage than cleavage. Her hair was blonde, dirty, and braided down to her waist, and she was fidgeting with the split ends of it.<br />"Is the lumber yard vegetarian, Norm?" said Henry, his voice still rather too loud.<br />"You what?"<br />"Is it vegetarian, Norm? The young, um, lady here wants to know." Henry avoided looking at her and Norm wished he could too. There was a sullen insolence in her eyes that he usually saw in customers who'd decided that they <i>ought to have</i> something, typicaly something that wasn't lumber.<br />"I don't know that I've ever seen the yard eat anything," said Norm. "So I suppose you could say it is, since it's never eaten meat?"<br />"Oh, you poor thing!" said the woman. Her words were slurred slightly as though she'd been drinking. "Are you oppressed proletariat?"<br />"I dunno," said Norm. "Am I oppressed proletariat, Henry?"<br />"Are a depressed old hairy rat? I wouldn't know about hairy," said Henry, clearly thinking hard. He worried at a hangnail. "You're about my age and I don't feel old. And you're about as cheerful as the donkey, is he depressed?"<br />"I don't think so," said Norm. "He's got a bit of distemper at the moment though, so he might be a bit down about it."<br />"Look, you clearly need to read this," said the woman, producing a copy of the Morning Post that she'd cunningly concealed about her person. "I think you're terribly oppressed and that you need to be husbanding the land more."<br />"Is that like fu–"<br />"Leave the donkey out of this!" said Norm as fast as he could manage. Henry subsided. "I think you're in the wrong town, miss," said Norm, certain that this wasn't going to work. "Perhaps you should try Sixticton?"Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com