tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post4720529802546394382..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday May 25th, 2011Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-2875947602494917582011-05-27T00:10:04.125-07:002011-05-27T00:10:04.125-07:00Hehe, you're exactly right, they're both c...Hehe, you're exactly right, they're both characters from there! Though McArthur turns up wherever he feels like it for the most part.<br />I am looking forward to finding out why Henri's been so quiet :)Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-10316453504183458972011-05-27T00:04:46.662-07:002011-05-27T00:04:46.662-07:00Greg - yeah, I liked how that came out. I'll h...Greg - yeah, I liked how that came out. I'll have to come back to him sometime. And I've been thinking about Henri... I'm sure he'll make an appearance relatively soon.<br /><br />Great scene. The gargle with sand was a nice touch, as was the crocodile basking comparison.<br /><br />Kinda reminded me of your Puss in Boots, if I'm thinking of the right story.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-10082627634540640952011-05-26T00:23:22.446-07:002011-05-26T00:23:22.446-07:00I like this pathologist you've created here! ...I like this pathologist you've created here! There's something very calm about them, but with an understated current of passion. I kind of hope they turn up now and then with a little more story to them :) (Which reminds me, how's Henri these days?)<br /><br /><b>Mine:</b>The Mission, Carved in Sand, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sp3qcH6kYjk" rel="nofollow">Hungry as the hunter</a><br /><i>Dressed as seduction curious and cruel</i> Miss Sapphire pauses at the water's edge. Her evening gown, like a cluster of diamonds caught in a spider's web, hugs her body and scatters moonlight to the eyes of hungry suitors. Which is everyone at the party tonight.<br />The only one who dares approach her is McArthur, his comical, limping gait belying the danger of his presence. He wheezes; he gave up smoking five years ago and still regrets it every day, as bitter as Starbucks coffee.<br />"Mac," says Miss Sapphire, her eyes glinting like quartz fragments embedded in the skull of someone who got on the wrong side of Mad Frankie. That someone is floating face-down in the water, slowly being drawn out across the broken levees to the main current of the river.<br />"You said you had news for me." Mac's voice is gravelly, reflecting both the years spent smoking and a couple of attempts to gargle with sand.<br />"The man you've been looking for, the man your... informer... said might know something about the missing child." Miss Sapphire doesn't bother to complete the sentence, but looks down instead. Mac grunts, and kicks the corpse in the water. It rolls over lazily, like a crocodile basking, and Mac eyeballs what's left of its face. Then he spits, a black-and-yellow glob of sticky mucus that just misses Miss Sapphire's dress.<br />"You just had to, didn't you?" he growls, but there is a tenderness in his voice, for Miss Sapphire is still seduction incarnate, and he's never been able to say no to a beautiful dame.Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com