OK. More. Very creepy headspace.
"I'd like to thank all the little people..."
The last thing he expected was to be nominated for a Darwin award. And really, the inevitability of that nomination was not the most meaningful thing to pass through his mind before going into a coma.
It was no one's fault but his own; the "Warning! Hard Hat Area!" signs extended for several blocks in all directions. Yet he'd ignored them, late for work, taking the shortcut to his office, his eyes cast down to avoid the driving rain.
He went into the swinging half-ton of exposed steel girder at a very fast trot.
What a stupid way to die.
(edit: just realised, similar theme to Bev's, if a different POV. I like hers better.)
(am I the only one who wants someone to write a Casablanca drabble for this week's topic)
(I first typed "right", which may explain why I don't do one myself right now.)
Lee, that was my first thought when Teppy posted the challenge: "Of all the gin joints..."
But how could it be said better? Unpossible.
Lee, I'm trying to come up with something suave yet succinct. It ain't coming.
Hey, y'all, here's something random that may be of interest: I just got Lawrence Block's newsletter, and he's trying to clear space in his warehouse. As a result, he's selling off the audiobook version of his book Telling Lies For Fun and Profit. They're $20 a pop, but he'll sell a carton of 25 for $100. You can buy them off his website, www.lawrenceblock.com.
Can't scribble in an audio book, can't dog-ear the useful pages. Sigh.
Yeah, it seems like that kind of book would be especially weird/not useful on tape, but I thought I'd mention it.
Yeah, it seems like that kind of book would be especially weird/not useful on tape
That's probably why he has so many to sell.
I actually do want that book. But I want the book.