Now with support for more of those wacky foreign characters!
Sometimes it's easy.
Pretty funny!
Now this would make a great short film!
Hastings inserted the bookmark at the end of Chapter 3, The Lights Go Out! and set down his novel. He stared for a moment at the cover, Murder, Sincerely, then opened the drawer in the side table and pulled out the torch. Be prepared.
He climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor, then walked down the creaky hall and opened the door to the bath. He stepped inside and faced his wife in the clawfoot bathtub. "Hallo Luv. How's the water, hmmm?"
"It's grand, dearie, but getting a bit cool. Mind opening the hot tap some more? Why do you have the torch?"
Hastings went to the spigot and turned it. "Oh this? I guess I'm expecting a bit of a power outage."
"A power outage? Was there something on the news?"
Hastings picked up the hair dryer resting on the hamper and turned to his confused looking wife. "It's just," he paused,"it's just that ..." Hastings felt a stammer coming on, "it's , well, merely, that I sincerely loath you, and ...well... here." Hastings dropped the hairdryer into the tub.
Hastings wife felt a momentary tingle crawl all over her skin. The lights fluttered for a barely perceptible microsecond and a loud clack came from the GFI socket where the hairdryer was plugged in. The GFI outlet in all bathrooms built well after the years Hastings dusty old murder mysteries had been written.
Hastings stared at his very alive, very undamaged wife with hair standing on end and said, "Oh my, this is awkward."
Beautiful. I'm tempted to move this masterpiece to the top level of the blog (with proper credit of course), to maybe encourage others to produce awkward vignettes, but at the same time I like having another level of interesting stuff hidden below the surface, in the comments.
Hm... maybe a poll is in order!
I sense a meme in the making. Stay tuned to Five O'Clock Somewhere ...
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