tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post8242931220063278928..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Thursday July 11th, 2013Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-73006406630263597112013-07-19T23:54:56.100-07:002013-07-19T23:54:56.100-07:00Greg - so far no further mischief has occurred, so...Greg - so far no further mischief has occurred, so that's somewhat reassuring.<br /><br />Though if the cherries were actually that large, I'd pretty much let them take whatever they wished as long as they promised not to eat anyone!<br /><br />Oh god, these guys. To your credit, I knew exactly who you were writing about right from the start, despite the amount of time that has passed since I'd last read anything to do with them.<br /><br />Still, they give me the creeps.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-7076946207097830842013-07-12T01:10:07.069-07:002013-07-12T01:10:07.069-07:00Oh wow, that's not nice. And from what you sa...Oh wow, that's not nice. And from what you say, it's likely someone you know since they knew where the tree was and had organised themselves to get the fruit. That kind of makes it all the worse really (though at least it means that you're probably not really getting any/many trespassers!) I do hope it's an isolated incident.<br />On a slightly more amusing note (I hope!) I looked at the page you've linked to and was rather astonished to see that it says that each cherry is 1' across. Yes, that's right. 1 <i>foot</i> across.<br />I'm amazed your thieves could carry such monsters away in silence :)<br /><br /><b>Thieves in the night</b><br />They come like spiders, skittering over things. Long, fragile legs reach up impossibly high, arch overhead, and then descend again, landing lightly. They make only a tiny amount of sound, almost an inaudible sussuration, when they move but when there are so many of them it's like the wind blowing through the trees, or a breaker collapsing at the shore's edge.<br />Arms stretch out around them, and eyeless heads tilt this way and that, blindly responding to heat or pressure or maybe other things. They reach in through windows, doors, holes that seem too small and long fingers with too many knuckles dance over everything they find.<br />And when they find a sleeper the dance pauses, the whole skittering stops and there's a moment when the world holds it breath.<br />They steal eyes and noses and mouths and tongues; they steal the fingerprints from your skin and the dreams from your head. In the blink of an eye the thieves in the night take your identity away from you and hoard it, guarding it jealously because they have none of their own.<br />And then in the morning... then in the morning... the crying begins.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com