Faster than ever, he ran. A thousand thousand scratches oozed blood, leaving his trail on the leaves.
The thumping rhythm of huge paws sounded from the deep wood. The beast followed fast an effortless track. It flew, thorns and limbs sliding harmless off its thick ebony coat. Drool overflowed the maw, leaving streamers behind.
David’s adrenaline spiked at the sound, and he pushed harder still, moving at inhuman speed.
The light looms ahead. One final stretch to the wall. They wait there, faces hopeful, before their eyes focus behind the runner and fill with terror.
If we were having coffee, I may just sip along on a little something else if that suits you. You see, while it’s still early, I’ll be heading to bed soon. Tomorrow starts long hours at work for a bit and I may as well rest while I can. Let me say now that if I’m absent for a week or two, it’s work’s fault and like Arnold, I’ll be back.
There is a pot in the kitchen ready to go if you want fresh, hot coffee. All’s to do is hit the button and presto wammo, coffee. It’s amazing the time we live in.
So tonight, we’re listening to Smashing Pumpkins. They played 1979 on the radio earlier and it put me in the mood.
I managed a decent amount of writing during the week. Mostly at work on lunch break. That trend will come to a screeching halt this week. Oh well, what you gonna do, right? While all of that lunch break writing was for my book, I did manage to write and publish on the blog a #FridayFictioneers story titled “No Fingers, No Play” while at home one evening.
I had a few runs this week. The most in the past six months. It’s still not enough, but it’s coming along. That’s another thing that will be cut way back because of the upcoming work schedule, but like I said earlier, oh well.
I think I’m going to head out. Hope I’m not being short or anything, it’s just that I want to make sure everything is good for the morning. Lots to do, you know?
Anyway, ya’ll have a great week, and I’ll see you when I can.
#WeekendCoffeeShare is an informal weekly link-up hosted now by Eclectic Alli that serves as something of a mind-dump for the week. If there are typos and what-not found here, I apologize, but mind-dump. I don’t do a lot of editing here as I like that it is more a stream of consciousness type post, normally written while drinking coffee, listening to music, and reflecting on the week gone by.
If we were having coffee, we would be sipping some nice cold brew as it’s been a warm weekend, and it just seems right. There’s some music playing, right now it’s a live version of ‘Round Here’ from Counting Crows, and it’s getting really close to beddy-bye time.
Since it’s a little late, and I’m tired, I’ll be quick.
Bobby parked the ‘Drunkmobile’ outside the bar and went. Shivering.
“Just got off, huh,” said the barkeep noticing his clothes. “Must be cold on that thing.”
“That’s what the gin is for. A double please.” Bobby shrugged out of his heavy work-coat and leaned back. “Getting my license and therefore a heater back next week though.”
“Guess you won’t be stopping in after work then, huh?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m kinda liking my evening gin.”
“Well, don’t get caught again.”
“No worries. I’ve learned my lesson.” He knocked the gin back. “One more. You know, for the road.”
WC: 99
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.
If we were having coffee, we would be drinking some fresh brewed Seattle’s Best coffee and listening to Jimmy Buffett. Tonight’s set is getting going with ‘A Pirate Looks at 40.’ Jimmy and I both have put that one astern and that’s alright. Beats the alternative they say.
“Best sandwiches this side of the state. No, the country. Maybe the world.”
“Really?”
“Yep. It’s the bread… That’s right, the bread. Fresh baked every morning, it makes the sandwich.”
“Bread does not make a sandwich.”
“No. And yes. Anybody can stuff fillers between two pieces of bread. Everyone has the same fillers off the same truck. The bread is the difference. People show up for the bread.”
