Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“Come, we have others waiting for you upstairs,” said Lucy.
George paused at the stairwell rummaging in his jacket pockets.
“Oh that’s not going to work here,” said Lucy as he produced a phone.
“I have four bars,” said George.
“And I have a hammer,” replied Lucy, bringing a Stanley on Georges mobile.
Well, it’s one way of smashing a horror trope…
Rimshot
“Mr Prime Minister,” said Lucy, drifting over and shaking Georges’ hand. “She’s been waiting for you.”
Sam, ran up to George and threw her arm around him. “It’s like a fairy tale reunion,” grinned Lucy.
“You tell me such brilliant bed-time fairy tales,” said Sam.
“I’m glad you enjoy them,” replied Lucy.
“But why do they all start with ‘once upon a time?’”
“Sometimes they don’t,” replied Lucy. “Sometimes they start with ‘if elected, I promise…’”
Well, Lucy sounds like she’s having a good day. Thanks, rabble, for all the positive feedback on sound effects. Y’all still awesome.
George tumbled through the front door. “Holy crap, did you see that?” he asked the receptionist.
“Oh, yes sir. Happens all the time,” she replied. “Mr George North?”
“Yes,” mumbled George. “How did…”
“Take the stairs to the second floor, third door on the left, the crèche,” said Receptionist.
“Oh, no,” started George. “I had a daughter…”
“Yes,” chipped in the receptionist. “And she’s on the second floor.”
More sound effects. Some cuts. Works a lil bit better for the shorts I reckon.
“There are only two ways off this roof,” said Lucy.
Gerald peered over the edge at the stained concrete below.
He knew he wasn’t the first man given this choice.
He knew he wouldn’t be the last man given this choice.
And he knew, all the others would have made the decision as quick and easy as he had.
Ooo, sound effects! Crunchy.
“Another text?” asked Yuffie.
“Yeah,” grumbled Lucy.
“That must have been twenty in five minutes,” pondered Yuffie. “Who’re they all from?”
“My ex,” sighed Lucy.
Fuen looked over Lucy’s shoulder. “They all say ‘wish you were here…’”
“Yep,” grumbled Lucy. “She always sends them when she’s walking through a graveyard.”
“Well,” said Sprite, “that wasn’t very polite!”
She was glad whatever was holding her ankle had let go. Her concern over the mud rising up and covering her body was still present though.
Lucy figured it was nice humankind had never realized the true value of diamonds.
“Plumber cleared the blockage in septic tank then left without saying a word. Didn’t take payment and won’t answer emails, texts or DMs on Twitter. Whistling noise now coming from pipes. Eight of ten I guess. Did the job, but I wouldn’t recommend.”
– Desmond’s Drains. Avg rating 7/10.
She watched the grains drop. Hoping for a blockage that never came. Knowing that when her time was up, she’d be in there with them.
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