Take a Strong Line
Title: Take a Strong Line
Genre: angst, comedy
Characters: John Bruce, T.E. Shaw
Table: 2
Prompt: #41: Furious
Word Count: 413
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fears may grow up, if you have a slightly defected short term memory. Idea by suilven - thank you to allow me to use it.
Take a Strong Line
John Bruce was furious. It was over one month ago he had heard of him. Had received payment from him already five weeks ago. So he mustn’t really be angry or furious at all but it was certainly uncommon that he haven’t got received any message yet. So because he had failed to send any telegrams back ... he got cross with him. How hard is it to pick up a phone in a cell and call back or quickly send a telegram to inform him about the next meeting? So after the first few times he got cross. Then, he began to wonder. He decided he was lying dead on the floor into his cottage or on a street because of driving too fast with his motor-cycle - won’t be the first time. He dismissed both suggestions on plausible grounds: He must have heard of both right out of the newspapers - very popular his guy and so his death won’t be unpublished not for a very long time. He wrote another telegram and waited two days - no answer … again. Then he thought some more and worried some more and got cross with him for ever moving to Moreton, in the midst of the deep forest, which was obviously not on his doorstep. Why not London? Too many people, he said. No silence at all. Absolutely bullshit that. He would have had a high paid employment at the government, but he refused it - sometimes he is such a child! And now he thought he has to pay for, obviously he always got the rest of his money. But he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he does a real hard job.
Still he worried. At 10.45pm two days later he phoned the village’s reverend to find out if he had talked to or seen him recently. Naturally, on the one night he called him late he was having an early night and he woke him. He replied, "He's still in India. Not back till the next few months". "Oh", he said. "So he isn't dead on the floor but gallivanting in India? He went for a few months?" He thought he was away just for two weeks ..."
Then he re-read a text he had sent one week ago - from India. "Back in a few months. Enjoying India very much." Present tense.
He thought he was a dunderhead. But at least he was not lying dead on the floor.
Finis.
100 situations
Genre: angst, comedy
Characters: John Bruce, T.E. Shaw
Table: 2
Prompt: #41: Furious
Word Count: 413
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fears may grow up, if you have a slightly defected short term memory. Idea by suilven - thank you to allow me to use it.
Take a Strong Line
John Bruce was furious. It was over one month ago he had heard of him. Had received payment from him already five weeks ago. So he mustn’t really be angry or furious at all but it was certainly uncommon that he haven’t got received any message yet. So because he had failed to send any telegrams back ... he got cross with him. How hard is it to pick up a phone in a cell and call back or quickly send a telegram to inform him about the next meeting? So after the first few times he got cross. Then, he began to wonder. He decided he was lying dead on the floor into his cottage or on a street because of driving too fast with his motor-cycle - won’t be the first time. He dismissed both suggestions on plausible grounds: He must have heard of both right out of the newspapers - very popular his guy and so his death won’t be unpublished not for a very long time. He wrote another telegram and waited two days - no answer … again. Then he thought some more and worried some more and got cross with him for ever moving to Moreton, in the midst of the deep forest, which was obviously not on his doorstep. Why not London? Too many people, he said. No silence at all. Absolutely bullshit that. He would have had a high paid employment at the government, but he refused it - sometimes he is such a child! And now he thought he has to pay for, obviously he always got the rest of his money. But he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he does a real hard job.
Still he worried. At 10.45pm two days later he phoned the village’s reverend to find out if he had talked to or seen him recently. Naturally, on the one night he called him late he was having an early night and he woke him. He replied, "He's still in India. Not back till the next few months". "Oh", he said. "So he isn't dead on the floor but gallivanting in India? He went for a few months?" He thought he was away just for two weeks ..."
Then he re-read a text he had sent one week ago - from India. "Back in a few months. Enjoying India very much." Present tense.
He thought he was a dunderhead. But at least he was not lying dead on the floor.
Finis.
100 situations