tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post6083249755260977232..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday March 13th, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-90479801483303823772014-03-25T20:15:49.518-07:002014-03-25T20:15:49.518-07:00Greg - thanks, that cold wasn't a very bad one...Greg - thanks, that cold wasn't a very bad one, I'm happy to report.<br /><br />Eh, the lions reference was meant to be... metaphorical? Whatever the word is, my brain isn't working right now. Not literal, at any rate. But I do like the idea of it being an actual lion now that you've put it in my head...<br /><br />Jeez, that is a nasty bit of work. Superbly done, of course, and I can't stop myself from wanting to hear more stories from your narrator, but goodness me. Cold. Blooded.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-24453065853647762682014-03-14T01:48:14.419-07:002014-03-14T01:48:14.419-07:00Get well soon then! It must be a truly tyrannical...Get well soon then! It must be a truly tyrannical cold though, standing over you, pressing the pillows down over your face and threatening to beat you with a big stick if you dare try to rise... ;-)<br />Heh, I did wonder where you were going this morning with your story, and you didn't disappoint. But... lions at the beach? You're not allowed to shipwreck us on any desert islands then!<br /><br /><b>Feeble</b><br />He might have been still alive, struggling feebly when I took his identity, but I'm sure it didn't last for long. The car had been sitting out in the sun for a couple of days, by the look of it, with the engine block half-crushed by the rocks that had fallen down. The cliff-face -- well, bluff really -- provided a little shadow, but not in the middle of the day when the sun was strongest. There were goat dropping round the car too, so they might have nibbled on him, I guess.<br />He was sprawled in the driver's seat, his legs trapped beneath the bent steering column, and he didn't move or make a sound when I looted his pockets for his wallet, keys and any interesting documents. I only knew he was alive at all because he tried to stop me taking the necklace -- silver chain, little locket with a picture of a harridan inside -- from round his neck.<br />But he was weak and feeble and I fancied being Sergeant-Major Dave Green, so I punched the steering column and triggered the air-bag and left it there to press over his face and help mother Nature along.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com