409 words, and I managed to slot in a particularly good line that I'd come up with a few days ago. Snippet:
'But why get married?' I asked. 'Why not just move in together?' It all seemed horribly sudden to me.
Emma and Jay exchanged world-weary glances. 'It's about who I want to be my next of kin,' Jay said. 'To be perfectly honest, I don't trust my parents any more. Say something happened – say I walked out of this pub and was run over in the car park. As things stand, Mum and Dad could stop Dan getting into the hospital to see me as I lay dying.'
'You think they'd do that?' I asked, impressed despite rather than because of Jay's melodrama. I tried to believe the best of people, but I had to admit that my faith in human nature had been shaken hard recently.
Jay grimaced. 'I don't want to risk it. They won't like Dan. He's black, and he's a man. The only way that Mum and Dad could hate him more would be if he were also a grey squirrel.'
(Oh, that's another thing about the Isle of Wight. Irrational hatred of grey squirrels.)
They're not native. The original red, which have largely disappeared from Britain except in pockets in Scotland & the Lakes, are rather cuter to look at, if you believe the photos. (I've never seen one.)
Red squirrels are truly adorable. It's the tufty ears.
What I want to know is why British red squirrels are tiny, cute, shy creatures, whereas continental European ones, which as far as I can tell are the same species, are giant, bolshy picnic scavengers in a wide range of colours. I went to Schönbrunn once and the grounds were full of red squirrels that were variously red, golden, brown and black and behaved far more like greys do here.
Do I get the impression that Emma and Jay think they have come up with a logical straigthtforward response to a difficult situation, but that might in practice turn out to be rather more complicated...?
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on 2015-06-10 08:25 pm (UTC)'But why get married?' I asked. 'Why not just move in together?' It all seemed horribly sudden to me.
Emma and Jay exchanged world-weary glances. 'It's about who I want to be my next of kin,' Jay said. 'To be perfectly honest, I don't trust my parents any more. Say something happened – say I walked out of this pub and was run over in the car park. As things stand, Mum and Dad could stop Dan getting into the hospital to see me as I lay dying.'
'You think they'd do that?' I asked, impressed despite rather than because of Jay's melodrama. I tried to believe the best of people, but I had to admit that my faith in human nature had been shaken hard recently.
Jay grimaced. 'I don't want to risk it. They won't like Dan. He's black, and he's a man. The only way that Mum and Dad could hate him more would be if he were also a grey squirrel.'
(Oh, that's another thing about the Isle of Wight. Irrational hatred of grey squirrels.)
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on 2015-06-10 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-06-10 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2015-06-11 07:47 am (UTC)What I want to know is why British red squirrels are tiny, cute, shy creatures, whereas continental European ones, which as far as I can tell are the same species, are giant, bolshy picnic scavengers in a wide range of colours. I went to Schönbrunn once and the grounds were full of red squirrels that were variously red, golden, brown and black and behaved far more like greys do here.
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on 2015-06-10 09:52 pm (UTC)Great snippet there too.
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on 2015-06-10 09:56 pm (UTC)Sounds like you had a very good writing day.
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on 2015-06-10 11:28 pm (UTC)Love it! And kudos on a good word count!
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on 2015-06-10 11:31 pm (UTC)They like their squirrels red in the Isle of Wight, I'm guessing.
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on 2015-06-11 07:53 am (UTC)Do I get the impression that Emma and Jay think they have come up with a logical straigthtforward response to a difficult situation, but that might in practice turn out to be rather more complicated...?
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on 2015-06-19 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2015-06-19 11:17 pm (UTC)I like the squrrel bit... it's nicely daft.