Wednesday March 23rd, 2016

The exercise:

Write about: thorns.

Nothing going yet. Still playing the waiting game.

I don't recall this stage being so... lengthy last time around. And we only just crossed 38 weeks...

Mine:

"Good morning, Patrick. How are you feeling?"

"Oh, uh, hi Doc. I thought you were still on vacation."

"Nope, had to cut it short. Wouldn't want to leave Sally at home by herself for too long anyway, you know?"

"Sure, yeah. Right. How is your daughter anyway?"

"She's fine. I'm more concerned about you right now though. What the heck happened?"

"Oh.. I, uh... fell in some bushes yesterday. I guess it was a thorny one? Anyway, I can't seem to get these bastards out myself, so I thought I'd come get some professional help."

"Well, you've come to the right place! Just relax and think happy thoughts, I'll have these out in no time."

"Thanks, Doc. You're a lifesaver."

"Sure, sure. Huh."

"That, uh... doesn't sound good. Are they poisonous?"

"No, don't be silly. It's just that these thorns... well, they come from a very rare plant."

"... do they?"

"Yeah, there are only a few in the whole city."

"I... did not know that."

"And they are all planted in the garden bed outside Sally's bedroom window."