Prompt:
Beowulf
"But it was mostly beer doing the talking."
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It was a dark and stormy night… Well ok, it wasn’t. It should’ve been. Considering. Instead it was seven in the morning, and the place being in Southern California, the sky was the same as 350 days a year: bright blue and twinkling like… like the eyes of Ewan McGregor. (Oh, Eewan… The narrator coos, and drools a little.)
Our intrepid heroine rolled out of bed, sleepily ambled to the computer and pressed the power button with her big toe. Instead of the usual chime and light hum, a click-click-click sound issued forth from the brushed aluminium box. (The narrator digs in her heels about the spelling of “aluminium “.)
“Muerto!” she cursed under her breath.
This was an ominous sign, indeed. Still, she opted to borrow some cloudless optimism from the sky and force-rebooted the machine. There was no clicking this time.
After a quick, but necessary stop at the bathroom, our heroine ambled to the kitchen, bee-lining for the coffee maker. The two cats circling around her legs reminded her of a nature documentary about hungry sharks. (The narrator wonders if there is such thing as a not hungry shark. Stuffed and sated Shark, perhaps?)
Cats fed, coffee brewed the morning started to shape up. With a very large cup of joe in hand she made her way back to the computer, a trifle more steadily this time. The blasted machine was still on the loading screen. 'Not good, not good at all,' she mused broodily. After several fruitless forced reboots later she gave up. All signs pointed to a dead hard drive. She would, of course, check the tech support forums from work later, maybe ask advice from the IT people, but it was obvious: the drive was deader than a dodo-shaped door knob. Boo to technology!
This would have been just the suitable occasion for gnashing of teeth, and wringing of hands, but that never did anyone any good. Anyway, there was the silver lining: now she’d have the perfect excuse to buy a new ‘pooter.
Our resourceful heroine dug out her iPhone, and entered the tiny version of the World Wide Web. (Hurray for technology!) She was itching to know what sinister sentence did that diabolical Dive served up on this doomed day.
“But it was mostly beer doing the talking.”
With alliterations.
Well, that was loaded. Too loaded. Her mind went blank. ‘Don’t panic,’ she told herself. She just had to find her characters and their environment. Let’s see…
Seven salty sailors sitting in a saloon in Singapore. - Mmm, too salacious.
College knuckle-heads at a kegger. - Overly Clunky.
A beer, a bourbon, and a bottle of bubbly walk into a bar… - Nah, that’s just too barmy.
On her high heels, Tina teetered to the bar. Behind her Bob, her boyfriend belched loudly, like the lousy lout he was.
“Wayne, a whiskey!” she wailed at the hapless heap across the counter.
Wayne wobbled…
(The narrator glances at the word count.)
Oh, bollocks!
Minimum rolling resistance of the tire
3 years ago
Hahahahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteOh, Vanda, that had me laughing out loud. What splendid alliteration! Many bonus points are heading your way.
Did your computer really die? Sheesh! I hope not. If it did, I can heartily recommend the 27-inch iMac with the new quad processor in it. Holy moley, it's a doozy.
It did. And the now comp is in da house.
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