The Drill

Remember that thing we did last Thursday? Y’know the one about writing a story inspired by the phrase “if that was in the Olympics you’d win gold”? Sure you do! In fact you’ve hardly been able to draw breath such is your mounting excitement at the literary possibilities.

Anyway. While you’re all breathless and stuff waiting for some decent stories from proper writers, here’s something I knocked together.

What do you mean it isn’t Thursday? It’s Thursday somewhere buddy…

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“You’re home early.”

“Yeah.”

“How was your day?”

“Y’know. The usual. Meetings. Misery. The building burned down.”

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Death By Toast

Burned alive by toast

Would be majorly shitty

Oh. False alarm. Phew.

 

As you may have surmised from the blog title and the wondrous piece of haiku above there was a fire alarm at work today.

No one took it seriously.

It turned out to be caused by the over-eager toasting of bread in the fourth floor kitchenette.

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