(no subject)

[rimturse]

Didn't do much yesterday. Packed orders and reviewed - not that it really counts since it was a polished pjthompson submission.

Postman came at 8:00 this morning, so I couldn't sleep of my post-injection headache. I've taken two panadols and they seem to be doing the trick. The medicine side effects seem to be waning. I can't remember the last time I had a really bad day, it's been weeks ago. So it took more like two years instead of 6 months, but that's okay. Life is good

Writing:


"The North Sea is a cold lady." The fisherman spit. The brownish mass of snuff landed next to my sneaker. I glanced up at him. His face was worn, his cheeks ruddy. He looked as if he had been sanded. Feeling the grit in the wind tugging my hair, I thought that perhaps he had. I held the dictaphone a little closer, hoping I would be able to understand his western brogue once I was back in my office.

"She is wild and untamed like a young girl, but her currents run deep like a mature woman." He nodded towards the sea. "Pull you under before you can even cry for help, they will."

"I..."

"You'd best respect her, boy." His blue eyes held mine. "Best respect her or you'll end up like those tourists."

My hair whipped in the wind, as I turned towards the water. In the distance the red rescue boats rode the grey waves like children's toys.

"Happens every year, boy. Happens every year. You write that in that paper of yours, and perhaps next year they will learn."

-------------------------------------
Written in frustration over the senseless loss of lives.

Comments

[pjthompson]

Hey, they always count. :-) And thanks!