tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post6638058778186145814..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday August 24th, 2016Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-89813809089178452352016-09-11T20:00:14.684-07:002016-09-11T20:00:14.684-07:00Morganna - that is, indeed, a lovely haiku. Beauti...Morganna - that is, indeed, a lovely haiku. Beautifully done.<br /><br />Greg - yes, I do not miss having to haul our stuff and jam it into the car every few days. Miss all the eager hands to help out with the boys though :)<br /><br />Thanks for the kind words on mine.<br /><br />Argh, more fascinating and intriguing details but with few clues (that I can see) as to what's really going on! Argh, I say :P<br /><br />Also, I shall say: so pleased to see that you've revisited this setting already.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-25384606570370959112016-08-25T22:30:20.941-07:002016-08-25T22:30:20.941-07:00@Morganna: That's a lovely haiku and I can com...@Morganna: That's a lovely haiku and I can completely imagine the relief your sailors are feeling as they catch sight of the light and realise that land isn't too far away now.<br /><br />@Marc: A new trainee? Didn't your ruthless efficiency scare the last one off though? ;-) It sounds like the bakery shift went more easily than you were expecting, though the late customer in the afternoon sounds frustrating too. Is it nice to be back home and not having to keep piling toddlers into cars?<br />Great structure in your description here with the short sentences being counterpoint to the longer paragraphs, with the whole thing driving the reader along (a little like your storm) towards your conclusion. I rather liked the paragraph with thunder rattling bones as well -- very evocative and when you realise that the narrator is the lighthouse itself it takes on additional significance.<br /><br /><b>The lighthouse</b><br />The soft knock on the carriage door caused Lady Campion to call out, "Just a moment, please!" and start to struggle back into her elaborate travelling dress. The bustle was laid on the seat, the underskirts had been folded neatly on top of it and the overskirt had slipped off onto the floor already and she'd barely had a chance to see if she'd hurt herself as badly as she imagined when she fell -- so humiliatingly -- on the platform.<br />"It's Dr. Suture," said a voice on the other side of the door. "I wondered if I might be of service?"<br />"Derby's man?"<br />If there was a moment of frosty hesitation in David's reply Lady Campion didn't hear it.<br />"Yes ma'am."<br />"Oh. Very well, you may enter, though I should warn you that I am slightly deshabilled." She turned the key in the door, and then turned modestly away.<br />"I have treated female patients before," said David, making sure the door was locked behind him. "You may be certain of my discretion. I saw you fall as you came to the platform and wanted to help, if you need it."<br />"You saw that? Oh my, Derby wasn't with you was he?" Lady Campion half-turned, and David noticed that she was wearing an unusual necklace: a silver silhouette of a lighthouse on a rock on a chain around her neck. He considered his response and decided that a white lie was best.<br />"No ma'am," he said. "He had already boarded the train."<br />"Oh, well. That's a relief." Lady Campion sank to the seat, her hand reaching for a fan, but then she came abruptly back to her feet, her expression indicating that she was suppressing an unladylike cry of pain.<br />"Perhaps I might examine you, ma'am?" David took her elbow gently and began his ministrations. To distract her from what he was doing he kept talking.<br />"That's an unusual necklace," he said. "I feel sure I would have heard it mentioned if you'd worn it before."<br />"Derby would have," said Lady Campion. "I didn't think doctors had much time for society pages? Does he read them to you?"<br />"I haven't noticed that he pays much attention to them," said David. He opened his bag to find a cream.<br />"Oh I'm sure he does, just not in front of the staff. Well, the necklace was a gift from my hus- my late husband." Her voice trembled. "It's a condition of the will that I wear it at the funeral. Oh!"<br />"The cream will feel cold," said David. "But it will alleviate the pain and speed the healing. Please apply it in the morning when you rise, and in the evening before you go to bed."<br />"Thank-you."<br />David closed his bag, smiled politely, and excused himself.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-9832653464613692062016-08-25T08:03:34.151-07:002016-08-25T08:03:34.151-07:00Beacon of hope shines
Through the storm, guiding ...Beacon of hope shines <br />Through the storm, guiding sailors <br />Home to safe harbor.morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.com