tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post4844204221250505511..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Sunday February 15th, 2015Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-30627603373206352972015-02-18T01:07:23.939-08:002015-02-18T01:07:23.939-08:00Greg - yeah, there are still some lingering King-e...Greg - yeah, there are still some lingering King-effects going on :P<br /><br />Well, Charlie certainly is an intriguing character! A very smooth one at that, too.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-59793713657286351842015-02-17T02:12:11.527-08:002015-02-17T02:12:11.527-08:00Well done with the drywall! It sounds like you...Well done with the drywall! It sounds like you're going to go back to a nicer house than you left :) Even the painting doesn't sound so bad (and I'm no fan of painting; having to avoid streaks and brush-strokes and all the rest turns it into work instead of fun.)<br />I was a little concerned about where your coathanger might be going given you've been reading Stephen King lately, but it was much less gory than I was expecting. I still think he's influencing you though :) I did the little details, including the lie about what it was for, and the ingenuity involved in picking a garotte that's readily available and going to be really hard to remove.<br /><br /><b>The wire</b><br />"The red wire's connected to the... solenoid. The solenoid's connected to the green wire. The green wire's connected to the... power source. Boom goes the bomb in the night!" Charlie was singing under his breath as he rewired the smoke alarm, and Amanda looked at him as she came closer. He felt the weight of her stare, and looked up.<br />"Poor choice of song, Charlie," she said. "What if a customer came in?"<br />"How would they get in?" he said. "You need a passcard just to get through the outside door, and then you're in the outer office and you shout at them when they're legitimate customers."<br />"I don't shout!"<br />"Alright, you've never learned to use an indoor voice."<br />There was silence while Amanda glared at him some more, and then she dropped a pile of paperwork on his desk.<br />"Finish it by lunchtime," she said, her voice almost dripping with venom.<br />"Hang it up in the outer office," said Charlie, handing her the smoke alarm.<br />As she stalked off, slamming the door behind her, Charlie picked up the paperwork and slipped out the back door. The bomb he'd wired in had a fifteen minute fuse, and he was pretty certain he was down to eight; just long enough to get in his truck and get away from the office.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com