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On my daily walk, a story erupted in my brain and had to be hammered out. Bridgielove says it seems there should be more, but I truly can't think what. This is the story as it dropped into mind, and I rather like the hanging ending, myself. There is just such a house in our neighbourhood...
Grandfather MacNamara

I do worry about myself sometimes. Certainly in my drinking days I was of a more than melancholy turn of mind, but these days I am quite sober, and fairly content, yet this is the sort of story my mind comes up with. I'm not certain what it says about me, if anything. On the other hand, who can say from whence the stories come, and since I rarely get any comments, I couldn't say where they go, either. I only hope as a wordsmith I'm up to the task of playing the conduit in between...

Date: 2010-04-16 09:32 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*... wibbles. Wibbles bigtime.*

That made me wibble and the only thing that will make me no longer wibble is to call you Grumpy Mr. Bumpy Nose.

Date: 2010-04-17 01:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
The price for using that nickname is to make one cup of tea, properly.

Still, I feel it's been more or less a successful piece of writing if it has that effect.

Date: 2010-04-19 08:37 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
It's so sad will he be gone when they tear the house down? I guess you are supposed to figure that out yourself or wonder?


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