tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post6253077212243905353..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Friday May 23rd, 2014Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-82573610246126571312014-05-25T00:00:58.230-07:002014-05-25T00:00:58.230-07:00Greg - it certainly doesn't seem like it does....Greg - it certainly doesn't seem like it does.<br /><br />And I'll take a pass on winter biking, thanks :P<br /><br />Ah, the Fates can indeed be cruel. Funny if it's not you they are toying with, but certainly cruel.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-66667597833373034172014-05-24T02:18:30.039-07:002014-05-24T02:18:30.039-07:00The mulching never ends, does it? The rhubarb sou...The mulching never ends, does it? The rhubarb sounds good though, and getting the bikes tuned sounds like a good idea as well! But I can't believe that you weren't regularly cycling to your job at the gym during the winter ;-)<br />Heh, your protagonist sounds like he's won a pyrrhic victory to me, but he seems very pleased about it nonetheless!<br /><br /><b>Victory</b><br />As the wreckage of the <i>Victory</i> settled around him and he trod water like a Trojan, the Captain reflected that the Fates appeared to be indulging in a sick sense of humour. His ship was so much matchwood (he winced as a surviving spar crashed into the water atop a knot of sailors) and the winning ship appeared to have escaped damage altogether. The captain of the other ship hailed him, his hands wrapped around his mouth like a megaphone.<br />"This is the Captain of the <i>Defenceless</i> reminding you that there are sharks in these here waters!"<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com