Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Nodding In Agreement - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt


Bob and Carol had spent three nights together now... in the office. They were senior officers of the In Your Face ad agency and they'd been putting their heads together on a pitch for a new client. Ted and Alice had tried and failed.

"Ouch" yelled Bob. "What?" cried Alice. "My head hurts from putting our heads together" said Bob. Carol was nodding in agreement. "Oh yeah, well my neck hurts from always nodding in agreement" said Carol. You don't always have to agree" said Bob. "Well the prompt says 'nodding in agreement', right? It doesn't say nodding in disagreement, does it?" "I see your point" said Bob "right at the tip of your head, hah, hah, hah." "O knock it off" said Carol. "We have work to do."

"That's right," said Bob. "But so far we've failed big time" he said sadly, looking to see if Carol was nodding in agreement.

"We need to achieve the level of exposure similar to CS Janey," said Carol. "CS Janey? Who the hell is CS Janey? queried Bob. "You know, CS Janey over at Studio30+," said Corol. "The blogger of the week? Hell, she's so good she's been blogger of the week now for something like 150 weeks!"

"Oh, yeah, right" said Bob, nodding in agreement, "how the hell does she do it?

"Well I don't think she has anything to do with it, actually" said Carol knowingly. "Wait," said Bob. "Did you just say that knowingly?" "Yes I did" said Carol nodding in agreement knowingly. "Well, out with it cried Bob. Are you nodding in agreement knowingly? What do you know that I don't know?

"Well" said Carol "I think the folks over at Studio30+ would be nodding in agreement when I said someone's simply nodded off and forgotten to update the Blogger of the Week feature."

"I think I see where you're going with this" said Bob. "You're saying all we have to do is nod off and maybe our client (italics Bob's) could get 150 weeks of free publicity."

"Exactly" said Carol, nodding in agreement.


Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Her Thoughts Drifted - @Studio30Plus Writing Challenge



They met at a concert. Leonard Cohen was playing in Ottawa at the National Arts Centre. During the intermission they bumped into each other, their eyes locked and they smiled at their mutual and momentary clumsiness.

They each offered the other that typically Canadian apology of "I'm sorry". And then he asked her if he could get her a drink. In the space of a nanosecond she assessed his looks, his voice, his demeanour and tentatively uttered "Yes, please, vodka and lime juice."

The rest of the concert whizzed by as did the rest of the month during which time, one might say, he danced her to the end of love.

And then they travelled to Europe; sat next to each other on the plane and stared intently into each other's eyes until they landed at Heathrow.

She fell in love with England. They spent every day sightseeing. And every night lavishing one another with a thousand kisses deep, several times a night. "Halleluejah" she cried each night as their love making concluded.

After two weeks they returned to Canada. Both were sad to leave London but work called. On the weekend she invited him over for dinner. After a delicious repast one thing lead to another until they found each other in her bedroom. As their clothes fell quickly to the floor and they jumped into bed he did his best to excite her however her thoughts drifted putting the kibosh on their love making. "What's wrong" he delicately demanded. "You seem to be somewhere else."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I closed my eyes and was thinking of England."


Friday, 5 December 2014

What a Dufus

So according to my friend Jenn Thorson in a Facebook post there's this meme going around where you go to Google images and type your name and "meme" and see what meme you get. I went with my nom de blog "dufus". So in dufus memes here's how that went.

I have so much friggin' time on my hands.






Yes I do. And by the way, I didn't kill your father.

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Something Was Missing - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt


Detective Brown and Inspector Baker had been investigating the case of The Canvas Bag Murderer. The same man had committed twelve murders and according to witnesses he had always been carrying a canvas bag.

The manner of each murder was intriguing. The victim hadn't been shot. Nor had he been knifed or beaten. "Something was missing" said Brown. "What?" said Baker, who was hard of hearing. "Missing" said Brown. "I said something was missing". In each case the cause of death had been poison. An odd MO as no one had seen how it had been administered.

Brown and Baker were reviewing the dockets of each victim in an attempt to tie the murders together in the hopes of leading them to the murderer. However, said Brown again "Something was missing".  "Say what?" asked Baker. "Missing" cried Brown, frustrated. "I said something was missing". There was nothing to tie the murder victims together.

Frustrated, the pair took a coffee break and stepped outside for a smoke.

It was a Friday night but something was missing. Usually at this time of night, Lombard Street outside the precinct was full of the dregs of society - druggies, alcoholics, pimps and prostitutes. But something was missing, thought Brown, the street was empty and all was quiet save for a single homeless fellow shuffling along the sidewalk with a pillow case full of the man's possessions.

"Spare a quarter" said the old man. "Have you any small change?"

Inspector Baker took pity on the man and fished into his pocket.

"Please, just place it into the sack" said the vagrant.

"Wait" he thought he heard Detective Brown shout. "Something is missing."

Too late. An asp, hidden in the canvas pillow case, fatally bit the Inspector.

"I thought you said something was missing again" croaked Baker with his last breath.

"Hissing" cried Brown. "I said something was hissing."

 
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