tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post5637938110177563036..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday July 11th, 2016Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-48851238794241472652016-08-01T14:47:56.237-07:002016-08-01T14:47:56.237-07:00Greg - har har, funny man. The tomatoes are in the...Greg - har har, funny man. The tomatoes are in the row next to the carrots :P<br /><br />Thanks for the kind words on my entry :)<br /><br />This was delightfully handled. The buzzing of the bees is a great, sinister touch, and the reactions of the three staff in the room were spot on. Not to mention intriguing.<br /><br />I shall have to think on where we go from here...Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-84370651937552717132016-07-12T13:33:04.928-07:002016-07-12T13:33:04.928-07:00Should I be worried that you're growing tomato...Should I be worried that you're growing tomatoes on your carrots? That sounds like genetic modification to me! ;-) And I have to be amused by your tale of the lake, given that you were proudly announcing that the weather was a little cooler now... speaking too soon?<br />Ah, so Julie is being tested and nearly gets caught too! I like the way you build the tension, and the reason for her delay and not reaching the keys before Babs comes back is perfect, harkening all the way back to January! Even better is that you've given Julie reason to wonder if it was a test still, but no actual proof one way or another... you're devious!<br /><br /><b>Mine</b><br />Dr Richards and Dr Morrow were the first people into the room after Babs opened the door and said something quietly to the people outside. Dr Richards still looked slightly scaly to Julie and she found herself watching his mouth when he spoke, waiting to see if he had a forked tongue or not. Dr Morrow made the back of her neck itch when he looked at her. He was short, with a wide mouth and tombstone teeth; his hair was actually beige and not brown, and he was wearing surgical gloves. If she hadn't already been jumpy around him that would definitely have done it as well.<br />"Juliette," said Dr Morrow. His eyes, bloodshot, narrowed and he held out a latex-gloved hand.<br />"Julie," said Babs. There was her usual grandmotherly authority there, but there was also a note of deference. Julie stayed sprawled on the bed and made no effort to take his hand.<br />"Iguana-man," she said. "Dr Lizard and his friend Iguana-man." She giggled, hoping she sounded convincing. A headache was starting behind her right eye. "I can see stars!"<br />Dr Richards had a pained expression on his face, and Dr Morrow took a step forward.<br />"We should check the medication," said Dr Richards. "She's clearly responsive, but I think the dose may be a little hi–"<br />There was a noise like the buzzing of a hive of bees that cut him off. He half-turned towards the doorway, and Dr Morrow stepped back again. Babs actually shrank against the wall and Julie saw her fingers clench into fists.<br />"Or maybe," said Dr Richards when the buzzing stopped, his words slow and careful, "we should increase it a little and see if she continues to call me a lizard."<br />"All in the name of science, Doctor," said Dr Morrow, just as carefully. "We'll record the medication plan and pass it by the ethics committee of course."<br />"Of course, Doctor," said Dr Richards. "We should do that now, in fact."<br />The buzzing started again and Julie thought that the bed began to shake. Then it stopped.<br />"After we finish the rounds."<br />"Of course, Doctor."<br />When the two men had left the room and the door was closed again Babs stood upright and relaxed a little. Her grandmotherliness returned, but there was still fear in her eyes.<br />"I hope you enjoy the new regime," she whispered, clearly thinking that Julie wouldn't be listening. "I wonder what you'll think we all are next?"Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com