The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
A Bad Day
There are some days when, as the sailor said to Brian, I shoulda stood in bed.
While full of colonialisms and grammatical errors, that expression still manages to communicate a deep sense of despair and, perhaps, even injustice.
Well, I’ve just had a day like that.
It started with a puncture on my way to the office.
I dropped the car off at one of these Kwik-Rob places and went into work.
I was late, so got into an argument with my boss, things escalated quickly, I punched him, and he fired me.
I went for my car and discovered it had slipped off a ramp, and was a teeny bit destroyed.
I loved that car, but not like I love my bike, which I bought in France.
So I head home, thinking that I’ll take a ride up the bonnie banks of the loch, through the heather-clad glens, breathe the sweet fresh air, and expel all this negativity that I’m feeling.
I see a large truck has reversed into my driveway, and piles of my possessions have been dumped like rubbish in the garden.
It seems my lovely wife has decided to set up home with my best friend.
I’ll miss him.
But that’s not the worst thing.
These morons have driven over my beloved bike.
They smashed it to smithereens.
Okay, folks, wait for the translation…
Ils ont brisé mon vélo en mille morceaux.
You’ve truly made lemonade out of lemons, here! Cheers and skol!
Laughing. Thanks, Liz!
What a delight it is to listen to the lovely Scottish tones of your voice reading your entertaining story—I love it.
Quelle honte pour votre vélo.
You are too kind, Lesley, but your comments are much appreciated.
Merci, ma chère dame
Vous êtes les bienvenus, mon cher ami.
The poor guy can’t catch a break. As U2 sings, “some days are better than others.”
Mama said there’d be days like this…
How mean of your wife to nick your bestie. As for Quick-Rob, you had me in Fits! But fear not, les choses ne peuvent que s’améliorer!
Someone said ‘Cheer up, things could be worse’, so I cheered up and sure enough things got worse!
So, from what I gather (and I read), English is not the root language of your screed.
Fun, though, I’d have you know.
Hola amigo, merci pour tes commentaires mais ich verstehe nicht.
Orrabestorratime, pal.
Kwik-Rob had me chuckling.
“I’ll miss him” … BAM!
Happy to amuse, Nancy!
You definitely need a bit of loving care. Call me. 🙂
But I guess all I got for you is my old bike. 🙁
Pick up the phone, why doncha!
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“Love you too, ladysighs,” said somebody somewhere.
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How much do you you love me
I ask with a sigh
please give me your answer
I need a reply
How many times a day
your thoughts do I occupy
And to all others do you
turn a blind eye
How far would you travel
to see your butterfly
And if I need money
would you supply
And if you ever lost me
how much would you cry
How much do you love me
I’ll know if you lie
I don’t think, dear Lady
it matters what I say
because it always seems to me
you don’t believe me anyway
I wrote a million love songs
to tell you how I feel
but you dismiss them with a snort
you don’t think they’re for real
the poem that you’ll find below
explains the reasons why
and if my words don’t touch your heart
it’s time to say a sad goodbye
https://ceayr.com/2022/10/02/if/
Seems your words touch quite a few hearts. 😉
I guess we’re back to square one.
What a disaster. Oh dear, a thousand pieces, poor bike! But the best bit, I agree with Jenne – ‘miss him’. That’s a cracker.
I think we all have the occasional day like this, Chris.
And an old friend is well-nigh irreplaceable!
Up there with your lunatic best, CE. Loved ‘a teeny bit destroyed’. And even more so ‘en mille morceaux’. 😉
Cheers, Doug, I kinda like ‘lunatic best’!
Ha, neat twist in a brilliant (rhymimg) finish.
A wittily written tale of unmitigated disaster, read in such a droll tone that I’m still smiling.
Favourite line? ‘I’ll miss him.’
Thanks, Jenne.
A good friend can often last longer than a marriage, in my experience!