The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the bully.
It was a windy morning, but at least the rain held off after dumping on us all of last night. So I took Max and Miles to do some grocery shopping and to visit the coffee shop (to make Max eat the rest of his breakfast before he could have his morning snack. Also: coffee).
After lunch we did a family trip to the nearest fruit stand to stock up on squash (butternut, delicata, and festival) since our squash plants... never actually made it to the garden this year.
Oh well, better luck next year.
Maybe.
Mine:
I don't need to talk to anybody. I know what they would say, all the useless advice they would have for me.
No thanks, guys - I've got better things to do with my time than to deal with your pathetic attempts to "help" me.
Like stealing Kevin Carter's lunch money and throwing Evan Brown's homework in the toilet.
Overnight rain is good, right? Helps crops grow, provides a soothing sound to help you sleep, and doesn't make you wet. I am a little surprised you never got round to planting out the squash though!
ReplyDeleteHaha, I like that you chose to write from the perspective of the bully! They seem perfectly happy with their life-choices... which is the important thing. Perhaps?
The bully
"Well boss, the way I see is that that's bullying and harassment."
"Thank-you for your input Evan. It's something we can discuss as part of your Personal Improvement Plan, don't you think?"
"...I hate you."
Greg - I like overnight rain best. I don't have to deal with it (other than the wet grass and deck in the morning) and things get watered.
ReplyDeleteAnd yeah, the spring was a bit of a gong show for the garden with the arrival of Miles...
Hah! I feel like that's a perfectly reasonable response in your final line. One I've wished I could say many a time during my office days.