tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post6148788262540454302..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday June 28th, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-36810097317176295562017-07-21T01:52:36.649-07:002017-07-21T01:52:36.649-07:00Greg - yes, that suggestion is a good idea. I'...Greg - yes, that suggestion is a good idea. I'm just trying to put it into practice. Maybe by September the yearlong prompt will come along at a more reasonable time of the month?<br /><br />Maybe.<br /><br />Well. That's a clever take on the prompt. A double take, perhaps, with that final line?<br /><br />Either way. Beautifully written. Amusing, with a sense of darkness looming over it. Great details, as always. And I would be quite pleased to see you continue this at some point.<br /><br />If, you know, you haven't already in the three weeks or so worth of comments I've yet to read...Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-12457259482973892222017-06-30T00:25:36.996-07:002017-06-30T00:25:36.996-07:00Good luck with Canada Day! Hopefully things will ...Good luck with Canada Day! Hopefully things will just require tidying up and putting away (well, for values of 'putting away' suitable for rubbish) and you won't have any more hour-long bathroom cleaning sessions or mysterious dead fish to deal with. And well done on catching up with comments too! I guess I'd better suggest that you keep going for a little while though, otherwise the year-long prompt will end up being precariously at the end of the month for the rest of the year.<br />Max continues to sound adorable about how he looks after his brother, but I suspect he'll grow out of being so outspoken as he gets a little older and spends more time at school and socialising: peer group pressure is more about conformity than individuality after all. Enjoy it while it's all still spontaneous and well-meant!<br /><br /><b>Watch out!</b><br />The horologist adjusted the jeweller's loupe and squinted into the workings of the watch. It was a beautiful specimen: he'd admired the inlays of precious metals beaten wafer thin already, and the jewels in the face of the watch were, as far as he could tell, flawless. Now with the back off he was having problems.<br />"I think it's a family heirloom," said the balding, pudgy man who'd brought the watch in. Despite the air-conditioning he was sweating heavily enough that there were little trickles of water running down his face and hanging from his jowls. The horologist had a faintly horrified idea that if the man shook himself it would be like watching a dog after a bath. "Well, I think it's going to have been a family heirloom. Will be going to be having been going to have been a family heirloom? This language isn't good with temporal tenses, is it?"<br />The horologist forced a smile at the gibberish and stared into the watch again. The escapement was <i>there</i>, fine, and there was a ratchet and paul mechanism <i>here</i>, that's all good, but what exactly what this pointy little thing doing and why was there a cloudly crystal over <i>there</i>? Thoughts collided in his head, and a sudden idea shook him, but took hold like a fish-hook biting in.<br />"Where did you say you got this?"<br />"Next Tuesday," said the man. "Oh sorry, you said 'where' didn't you? It will be having been from my son-in-law shortly after he stops becoming my son-in-law."<br />The horologist stared at him.<br />"Sorry. It's like that facebook status."<br />"What?"<br />"Its... complicated. It doesn't help that you don't remember any of this yet, Jeff."<br />"How do you know my name?"<br />"...it might be easiest it you just turn the winding crown a little. Like you were just thinking... just going to be thinking... going to be just thinking about doing."<br />How in the world had the man guessed that? Jeff looked at the watch again, wondering if the gibberish the man was spouting, the opaline crystal and the pointy thing could all be what he now suspected -- a time machine. Almost without volition his fingers touched the winding crown and put the watch back 30 seconds.<br />"...having been from my son-in-law shortly after he stops becoming my son-in-law."<br />The horologist stared at him, and this time the man smiled slightly. "Oh good, you did it. Right Jeff, this all starts with a little girl walking into a bank and announcing that she's got a bomb. You need to go back twenty-two years. And... I say this every time, and you don't listen, but still: try not to fall in love with her."<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com