tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post3920619375131257616..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday December 29th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-46648408646230426952014-01-01T00:11:05.140-08:002014-01-01T00:11:05.140-08:00Greg - woo, my signature style is arrogance! :P
N...Greg - woo, my signature style is arrogance! :P<br /><br />Nah, I know what you mean. I do have a fondness for writing from that point of view, and I think it's pretty cool that you'd be able to pick it out of a lineup as mine.<br /><br />That's an intriguing setup to a scene. There seems to be lots simmering below the surface with that family...Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-33644178977900148672013-12-30T00:48:06.946-08:002013-12-30T00:48:06.946-08:00Hmm, I like your narrator's attitude and his c...Hmm, I like your narrator's attitude and his confidence. His... arrogance? Perhaps :) He's definitely got a voice there that I've seen before from you too; I think I could pick that writing out from a line-up as having been done by you. So I guess you've got a signature style now!<br /><br /><b>Grace</b><br />They were gathered at the dinner table when Robert brought me in. He'd been assuring me for the short walk from his car to his front door that it would be fine, that he'd called ahead and let his wife know. That there would be plenty of food at this time of year, even if it was centred around left-over turkey.<br />"We had a turkey so big this year we joked we'd stuff it with one of the kids," he said, and laughed. I could tell I was meant to laugh as well, so I did, but I didn't see what was funny about forcing a turkey to grow to that size.<br />His wife looked up and smiled, and she looked like she'd stepped from an advert from the 1950s; floral blouse discretely covering pert breasts, an a-line skirt and some fine ankles supported in a black, strappy shoe. There were three kids, two on one side of the table, one on the other; all looked to be under ten. The girl looked scared, i thought, but her brothers were already taking advantage of their mother looking away from try and stab each other's hands with forks.<br />"Sit at the head," said Robert, all cheerful and loud. I could smell him sweating. "And, please, you're the guest. Say grace."<br />I should give you something to be thankful for? I wondered as I sat down.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com