The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the reprieve.
As in, we were given one today when our midwife appointment was pushed back to tomorrow. Hopefully some sleep tonight will make the drive a little less painful than it would have been this afternoon.
I worked another 8 to 1 shift at the bakery this morning. Definitely starting to get the hang of things there. I think that once I'm able to ring customers up at the till without having to look up any prices, that will be the point when I can fully relax into it.
Mine:
"Sir, Prisoner 722857 is requesting another reprieve."
"What's his reason this time?"
"This morning, during exercise in the yard, he broke a fingernail."
"Oh fine... I'm not a monster, after all."
2 comments:
Haha, I'm not sure that's a real reprieve, but I can see how you might be tired and reluctant to drive all that way at the moment. Especially with you working in the bakery as well. Though when you think you know all the prices they'll change the offering on you... :-P
Well, I think Prisoner 722857 has a point too! Reprieve him! Reprieve him!
The reprieve
"When I look in the mirror, Mavis, I can't tell if I'm reprieved or deprived."
"I've told you, Derek, the company has people hunting for you. Stay on the phone and let us trace your location and come and pick you up. Oh, and you're clearly depraved, not deprived."
Greg - oh, I'm pretty sure that was a real reprieve.
And good to see that Derek is still on the loose :)
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