The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: taking a break.
Today was my last day of work until January 6th. Going to do a dump run tomorrow, take time to have a proper Christmas, and then deal with the move. It'll be nice to have some time and space to do it all.
2 comments:
I realise I ought to protest a little about you writing your poem and then setting prompts from it, since it means we've not been using an even playing field. Which might, even then, have been ok if you weren't the better poet. But equally, complaining is only likely to land with me impossible-to-manage prompts, so I'll leave my protest here, quietly, and just get on with it for the last two weeks :)
As for Paul, it's probably better not to talk about what happened to him, but if you want to visit him in the hospital I'll see if that can be arranged :)
And the inside of the church... well, it wasn't built for humans. That's the first things that really needs to be thought about :)
Taking a break
After the ambulance had left and the cleaning staff had been called to sort out the floor around Paul's chair, and the chair itself, and the nearby chairs, and the carpet in the hallway between the hall and the front door... and the driveway between the door and where the ambulance had parked; after that the tournament organiser announced a coffee break before round 3 took place. Carla, now partnerless and limping after the victory celebration, retired to the bar while the other participants checked the rankings and spread.
"We've got Anthony and Deborah next," said Theresa, sipping her tea. "I remember them from India; one of them has Malaria I think."
Greg - yes, I'm sure I could have made it worse. On both of us. I did my best to get us both through with some sanity intact.
That... is one heck of a cleaning job. Glad I didn't have to deal with it. And, as one would expect, you have introduced the next challengers in such a way that I both want to meet them and don't, in equal measure.
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