He might have been friendly. On a different day, with a different breakfast, that is. But today the coffee had run out, and all sentences were ending with a light inflection of flame. “Call this a large?” he accused the waitress, “Lucy” we see from her nametag. She side-stepped the little curl of flame falling … Continue reading Fries with that?
Category: Exercises
Most days I will practice writing. There will be exercises where I try to write a certain style. Maybe a specific technique. Or maybe just write for the sheer goddamn fun of it (what you see here, is what happens on “those” days).
It was a hot and grumpy day
The grump flowed across the page with a sour sigh. Issues and elements and people mixed up in a gelatinous mass. Brown with hints of green problems, still not properly digested. It all came out, across the page and over the edge of the table where it dripped to the once pretty pink carpet. The … Continue reading It was a hot and grumpy day
Ursula Hoult 