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[Kath]

Lovely one, that!

[Michael]

Excellent :-)

[Richard]

Thank you. The bit about nurses being expected to act as matchmakers is, sadly, true.

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

I really enjoyed that, Richard. Nice one.

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

There are a few drabbles in the queue at the hippo if anyone's interested in moderating?

http://bookhippo.uk/drabble_mod.php

If someone could mod mine too, I'd be most grateful, as rules are rules. :-P

[Richard]

I confess I wasn't even aware of that feature of the hippo's. I shall apply myself.

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

Richard wrote: "I confess I wasn't even aware of that feature of the hippo's. I shall apply myself."

Thanks, Richard :-)

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

Out today on the Hippo:

Footprints

Trodden into dirt once, the wild mountain flowers of the Koppelberg reappear each year. They advance upon the meadow like children in the Sunday finery of years gone by. In the gentle breeze of spring, they sway and dance in fairy rings and daisy chains and one can almost hear their joy and laughter.

Except in one place.

At the foot of a rocky outcrop, the merriment ceases and bare soil stares solemnly at the sky. Square within its barren bounds, a solitary footprint hints at what happened there, reminding us that while the flowers return, the children never will.

[Kath]

I love this. I hope everyone gets the reference! You're very good at this.

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

I had my fingers crossed that Rosen and team would chose to put it out before Monday. Thanks, Kath, I have some excellent role-models.

[Jim]

Missed me entirely I'm afraid :-(

[Rosen]

Appeal for more drabbles

Please could people post drabbles to BookHippo.uk? Original content helps drive search engine traffic to the site and keeps people interested in the daily newsletter.

[Jim]

right you are madam, drabbles coming up :-)

[Rosen]

Thank you.

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

As soon as my inspection's over, I'll see what I can do :-)

[Michael]

It's been a while since I last wrote one and submitted :-)

[Richard]

Only don't be so quick in responding you forget to proofread. I'm not sure Loretta Livingstone's line "You didn’t see my behind you yesterday, did you?" quite conveys the intended meaning ;)

[Kath]

I thought he'd told her that her bum looked big in this!

[Richard]

At least he said it with flowers.

[Jim]

From Book Hippo

A final diagnosis.
“So madam, how is your aura?” The ‘consultant’ peered at her through his mirrored sunglasses, cabalistic symbols were etched into the mirroring.

“Have you tried, ‘Greeting the dawn naked’ on the front lawn’?”

“Our street was heaving with commuters.”

“What about purging your system with five litres of water a day from our spring?”

“Well I peed a lot if that helps.”

“And the lentil and bean diet?”

“You wouldn’t believe how often it made me fart.”

“Have you considered upgrading to our elite service, only fifty guineas a week?”

“No.”

“Ah, your problem is that you are irredeemably sensible.”

[Michael]

Excellent :-)

[Richard]

Incroyable - first drabble posted here in 2016! Thanks for putting an end to what was becoming an uncomfortable silence.

[Jim]

Thank you both :-)

[Richard]

And another from the 'Hippo.

Re-engineering the Corporate Paradigm

The boss brought up the next Powerpoint slide. “We need to get the monkey off our backs, get a heads-up on the benchmarks, hit the ground running and then belly up to the bar, while all swinging from the same branch,” he explained.

“What’s he on about?” Mike surreptitiously whispered to his neighbour.

“I think he’s coming out,” Helen whispered back.

The boss continued, “This will call for maximising one-to-one interfaces to explore non-vertical relationships while implementing state of the art, bespoke metrics to productise both front and back-end client experiences.”

“Hey, you’re right!” Mike whispered excitedly.

“It’s a gift.”

[Jim]

beautifully done

[Michael]

Seconded :-)

[Richard]

Thank you. I knew being bilingual in BS would come in useful one day.

[Michael]

To celebrate Valentine's Day here's one of my favourite drabbles (a 100 word story) that suits the occasion :-)



A Marriage Made In...

Hell. You know the place. Lakes of burning sulphur. Torture pits filled with the wailing of the damned. Not the place you'd expect to fall in love. But I did.

Our eyes met across the inferno. It was love at first sight, or at least first scream. The demons didn't approve at first, they tried to quench our love with fire and brimstone.

We endured and in the end they came round.

Lucifer himself even officiated at our wedding. Love, honour and obey, two of those things are welcome here.

But 'till death do us part could be a problem.

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You can discover some of my other drabbles here:

http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/1...

[Jim]

The Interview

“So why did you decide to become a writer? Was it the girls, the drugs, the money? Or is it just an indoor job with no heavy lifting?”

“Sorry?”

“What our viewers would like to know is what motivates you, what are your hidden drivers, your deepest and most secret thoughts. What dark urges keep you awake at night?”

“I’m just a writer. I write.”

“We’ve had texts and tweets suggesting that you’re trapped in the wild hedonistic lifestyle.”

“Well if your viewers read the book, they’ll find all the answers.”

“Read the book? But nobody does that any more.”

[Richard]

Writers get girls? I must have missed that memo.

[Jim]

It's all part of the wild hedonistic lifestyle

Haven't you applied yet?

[Richard]

I have a viagra allergy.

[Michael]

Me too - I take one and all kinds of things pop up...

[Gingerlily - The Full Wild]

So you've been reading The Pop-up Book of Viagra?

[Richard]

How many times does Patti have to tell people to put in the Amazon UK link?

[Michael]

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You can check out some of my other drabbles here:

http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/1...

The Thing With No Name

What a power it is to name a thing. With a simple word or phrase, you identify it and so can know its nature and divine its purpose.

What then when you encounter something that has no name? More than that, it can have no name.

To look at it is to feel a twist in your sanity and compounding your terror. You don’t know that it is a thing at all, only that this isn’t something you can flee from, fight, or bargain with.

What do you do when all that you know is that it must be endured?

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

Nice one, Michael. I like the idea that you can have power over a thing by knowing its name and that a thing without a name is something that can potentially have power over you.

Here's my offering from today's Hippo newsletter:

Esprit de Corps

'You rank, 'orrible bunch. Look at you! Not a set o' guts between the lotta you!' The Sergeant bellowed. 'Old Boney could come riding over that hill at any moment and catch you lolling. And then where would you be, eh?'
He limped along the parade line. 'Wassa matter? Lost your nerve? No 'esprit de corpse' as the Frenchies would say?'
He continued to rant.
'D'you wanna tell 'im, or shall I?' said Bert.
'Wassat?' said Tom, the Waterloo breeze blowing his form into something less discernible.
'War's been over for two hundred years,' said Bert. 'And so 'ave we!'

for more dribbles, you can find me at www.gjreilly.co.uk or at http://bookhippo.uk/?q=g+j+reilly

[Kath]

Nice one, that! :)

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

Thanks, Kath. I'll try to get s'more out to the hippo in the next few weeks. I feel like I've been snowed under the last few weeks. It's been great to exercise the grey cells on something that isn't work.

[Michael]

I liked it too :-)

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

Thanks, Michael. Not quite as thought provoking as 'Thing' though. Really enjoyed The Church of Virtual Saints and Faust 2.0 by the way!

[Michael]

Thanks!

[Jim]

And another

The healthy option
I stand and watch the commuters. Watch them pass, scurrying, heads bowed, shoulders hunched, frightened eyes peering from drawn faces. Is this the career they promised you, the job satisfaction, the empowerment you were told awaited?

And I see one man who stands against the torrent. The river of tepid disillusionment flows round him and leaves him unsoiled. Alone of them all his face wears a smile, there is laughter in his eyes.

Tidily dressed in the compulsory uniform of suit and unbuttoned overcoat he refuses to be caught up in the flow and just puffs contentedly on his pipe.

[Michael]

A pipe always makes things better :-)

[Jim]

I saw him last time I was in London, and it struck me, he was the first contented looking person I'd seen all day!

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

I used to love my smoking my church warden over a pint of bitter. But since we're not allowed to smoke indoors (which I agree with, btw) I don't smoke it anymore. It's a shame really. Perhaps I'll dig it out if the weather's nice this summer and smoke it in the garden.

Great drabble, Jim. It reminded me of better times.

[Jim]

I suppose it could be because my Dad used to smoke a pipe when I was very young, but I still like the smell of pipe smoke :-)

[Kath]

Oh, good one! :)

[Michael]

Agreed.

[G J (Gaff to my friends)]

Add another agreed to the list!