The exercise:
Write about: something that stings.
Like the wasp, for example, that stung the top of my right foot this evening. May it rest in pieces.
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Showing posts with label Sting Prompt. Show all posts
Monday July 25th, 2022
Sunday August 4th, 2019
The exercise:
Write about: the sting.
Went for a nice float on our inflatables down the Kettle River in the summer sunshine with Kat and the boys today, along with Becky and Natalie. After we arrived back to the picnic spot where Kat's parents, Adam, Emersyn, and Hannah were waiting for us, we had lunch.
I was also stung by a wasp, behind my left knee.
But hey, not going to let that ruin the day... just inspire this prompt.
Write about: the sting.
Went for a nice float on our inflatables down the Kettle River in the summer sunshine with Kat and the boys today, along with Becky and Natalie. After we arrived back to the picnic spot where Kat's parents, Adam, Emersyn, and Hannah were waiting for us, we had lunch.
I was also stung by a wasp, behind my left knee.
But hey, not going to let that ruin the day... just inspire this prompt.
Thursday October 24th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the sting.
Took a family trip up to Penticton today to run some errands. Managed to get a few groceries, some t-shirts for myself, and a nice long car nap for Max on the way back home.
Something interesting is happening tomorrow. I shall talk about it, at length I imagine, in Friday's post.
Apologies for the tease; I wasn't going to mention it at all, but apparently I'm too excited to keep it entirely to myself.
Mine:
The unmarked police car lurked in the shadow of an oak tree that was in the process of slowly losing its autumn leaves. Though their superiors would not have been pleased to know it, the officers inside had rolled each of the vehicle's four windows all the way down. It may have undermined the dark tint that would have helped to conceal their presence, but it also allowed the stench to escape.
The smell of sugary donuts and grease soaked fries could almost be seen wafting out of the vehicle.
Neither officer was responsible for the unpleasant atmosphere. That honor would fall squarely on the shoulders of Myers and Louis, the officers who had preceded them on surveillance duty. They had been told to avoid their favorite snacks, in very clear terms, before the investigation had even begun.
They had been warned. Foolishly, they chose to ignore those warnings.
Because they were not only preceding the current officers' shift... Myers and Louis would also be following it.
"Think that's enough honey on the brake pedal?"
"Seems good to me... but I'm no expert. We'll just have to see what the bees think."
Write about: the sting.
Took a family trip up to Penticton today to run some errands. Managed to get a few groceries, some t-shirts for myself, and a nice long car nap for Max on the way back home.
Something interesting is happening tomorrow. I shall talk about it, at length I imagine, in Friday's post.
Apologies for the tease; I wasn't going to mention it at all, but apparently I'm too excited to keep it entirely to myself.
Mine:
The unmarked police car lurked in the shadow of an oak tree that was in the process of slowly losing its autumn leaves. Though their superiors would not have been pleased to know it, the officers inside had rolled each of the vehicle's four windows all the way down. It may have undermined the dark tint that would have helped to conceal their presence, but it also allowed the stench to escape.
The smell of sugary donuts and grease soaked fries could almost be seen wafting out of the vehicle.
Neither officer was responsible for the unpleasant atmosphere. That honor would fall squarely on the shoulders of Myers and Louis, the officers who had preceded them on surveillance duty. They had been told to avoid their favorite snacks, in very clear terms, before the investigation had even begun.
They had been warned. Foolishly, they chose to ignore those warnings.
Because they were not only preceding the current officers' shift... Myers and Louis would also be following it.
"Think that's enough honey on the brake pedal?"
"Seems good to me... but I'm no expert. We'll just have to see what the bees think."
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