The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the darkest hour.
Arrived at work this morning to find that the power was out. Only lasted another ten or fifteen minutes before it was restored, which was pretty impressive considering the cause.
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the darkest hour.
Arrived at work this morning to find that the power was out. Only lasted another ten or fifteen minutes before it was restored, which was pretty impressive considering the cause.
2 comments:
Wow, the driver really took that pole out! I have no opinion either way whether there was really a deer that he swerved to avoid, but I do agree with the paper that he must have been travelling fairly fast to damage the pole like that. And there's definitely credit due to the crew that repaired it all so quickly too!
When it came to write this this morning, this was what I was listening to....
The darkest hour
The twins always came during the darkest hour, walking side by side perfectly in step through the corridors of the old house until they reached the second-floor receiving room and sat in the love-seat. On the wall behind them the picture of the eye, the one that seemed to watch anyone coming into the room, would close while they were there -- plainly impossible but often reported and even videoed. Lord Derby sat on a wooden stool in a corner of the room, watching this strange procession with his attentive eye and an intimidating look on his face, and when it was over he only noted the time at which the twins left. Then he sat and waited for the eye in the picture to open once more.
Greg - yeah, on that road? Moving fast enough to do that much damage? Either drunk or deer... or both?
Hmm, what is the good Lord Derby up to now then? I mean, always nice to have a visit from him, but I am especially intrigued by this.
Also: that video explains a lot.
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