Friday, July 25, 2014
Having tried a story in seven tweets once, I quite liked the challenge. So here’s another for your delectation and delight.
The Captain was finishing a coloured picture of a new species of fly. His ship rocked gently under a hot sun.
As he added the last brush stroke there was a little pop. He was gone. Just like that. It was as if he had never been.
A time and a half later a girl called Xanxy was doing some homework with a history hook and line. She twitched it.
â€œStop that at once,â€œ said her mother. â€œThatâ€™s your Fatherâ€™s. Itâ€™s not a toy. You can cause all sorts of time knots at your age.â€
She looked inside Xanxyâ€™s collection tank as a bewildered man in a uniform appeared, carrying easel, brush and inks.
â€œHave I done it right, Mama? It says, Research and illustrate the shipping terms Captain and Shanghaied and present them Â to classâ€
â€œDon’t ask me,â€ said her Mother. â€œJust make sure the poor creature goes back where he came from, once youâ€™ve shown him in the lesson.â€