New Boss, new routine, thisngs can operate at a slightly funkier pace right now, the weather doesnt help to be fair, its so damn hot! So thanks to Rochelle for being a welcoming Oasis in this Desert of Blogland. Rehydrate to survive people and if your wee looks like Tango, you’re in trouble. Thanks to Na’ama Yehuda for the typically seasonal photo, i’ll see what I can muster.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
It was cracking the flags out there, and they were knocking back the Beers peppered with hits of coke. Someone bought some Ketamine and it all went a bit crazy.
With no idea where they were, and no clue as to where they should be going they decided to clamber over the fence to a nice looking manicured patch of grass. There they lied mumbling into the gutter and marvelling at the reverberations.
Overnight the snow came; unusual but not impossible.
Dog urine cascaded into a snow blanket liberating the blue hardened flesh to the duck egg tinged morning light
There we go, 100 words and a cautionary tale of this changeable weather and the dangers of mixing your drugs.
The Count Of North Clifton 
The imagery was … well… graphic. Excellent! 🙂
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Thanks Sandra! Always appreciated
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I loved the unrelenting torrent of images
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Oh Neil, how could you? I’ve spluttered coffee all over the place. Got to be comment of the week!
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Thank you Neil, I try and pack it in!
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Nice imagery!
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Of a not so nice situation!
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Unfortunately so….
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Surely the dog should have been a Saint Bernard with a barrel of Iron Brew,
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I love the way you’ve used vivid and attractive imagery to contrast with the sordid demise of your protagonists. The dog urine is a little stroke of genius!
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Wow!! Thank you so much, beauty doesn’t stop being beautiful just because badness is happening I guess
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Wow thanks!
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Dear Shrawley,
Very hot here, too. We’re chugging the water at our art fairs to avoid Tango colored wee. 😉 Thank you for the tip. Vivid images in your little cautionary tale. The dog urine added local colour. 😀 And made me laugh.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Brilliant that’s the idea! Thanks for reading!
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Loving the advice in the first part today, well done. The tale was a little trippy too, nice one!
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Thanks, seems like the morning is a good time to write
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It is for me. I always write from 9AM until about 2pm.
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Wow! are you a professional writer, or full timer?
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I try to have a professional schedule with it. I mean I haven’t been able to get a job since 2015 so I may as well do a professional week writing right?
My only problem is my failing hands. Like now I can’t do anything at all for a while.
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Oh no, your poor hands. You can get voice recognition software I guess but that’s not the same as writing is it? The process is amazingly calming for me, when I get it right!!
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I have Dragon diction but it’s not great for me because my own diction isn’t great. I’ll get there some how.
It is a lovely process keeping your days regulated and focus strong.
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Your imagery was delightful… well, up to the dog pee, of course. Proof that absuse of substances does not always end well.
And lookit you, number 3!!
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4 last week, 3 yesterday. The only way is up!!
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Very lively story with a cascade of such vivid imagery!
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Fabulous imagery.
Sad story.
A great combination.
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Eeuw! Dog urine! Still, I don’t suppose it mattered to them any more.
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Dont suppose so!
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A very colourful tale. Freezing to death while inebriated seems at least a gentle death.
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Gentle? Final definitely and they probably knew nothing about it either
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When you die of hypothermia you fall asleep and then die, afaik. Of course no one knows exactly what goes on when you die, but it seems gentler to me than some painful fatal injury or disease, or murder.
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