Day Eight #storytime

Day Eight

Terry Godd sat slumped and looked mournfully at the cheery man opposite. ‘And?’

Dr Pattison Abraham tapped his fingertips together nervously. ‘You need rest.’

‘Rest? I can’t rest. I’ve got to finish this commission or…’ Terry gasped as pain seared across his lumber region. ‘Sheez.’

Pattison moved swiftly to Terry’s side. ‘Let me see.’

‘My back’s been playing up since day four. I was promised help with the heavy lifting but you can’t trust a bunch of jobbing primates, can you? Not when they’ve not been around long. Harry told me to do the big structural stuff last but I couldn’t see how that would work.’

Pattison palpated the affected area while small sparks issued from Terry’s ears. ‘Harry’s your brother?’

‘Yes, we Godds do all head offices major projects. Been in the family for ever. Father to son and so on.’

‘He experienced, isn’t he?’

‘Oh sure, he’s been pulling together these things for eons but this is a biggie.’

‘Surely they’re all big ones? Can you lean that way? Then that. Then that.’

‘You want me everywhere, don’t you?’

‘You’ll get used to it. So this is special?’

‘Yes. See this one’s going to be recorded, right? We’ve got scribes these days. They’ll write it all down.’

‘Write? What’s that?’

‘It’s a new technology. In Harry’s time he’d put in a shift and sit back waiting for the adulation and what happens? A couple of generations being revered and then it all fades to some half baked myth. Usual the ingrates go off and worship the sun or the moon or some river or weather system. They don’t ask where they came from, do they? Ouch. Bloody hell, doc, careful.’

‘Hell? What’s that?’

‘Ah right that’s another neat innovation, helps keep the clients focused on the Main Man.’

‘Who is?’

‘In this case it’ll be me, natch. When it’s finished.’

‘You’ll enjoy that, will you?’

‘If I get it done. The catch is that, according to head office, I have seven days to get this show up and running.’

‘Why seven days? Anyway, what’s a day?’

‘It’s the time it takes to build a client base with all the infrastructure… planet, mammal entourage, a range of of healthy food snacks, climate varieties to allow for a choice of pigmentations and holidays… look, can we pick up on that later, okay? I need to meet this publishing deadline. If the first two clients aren’t in situ, ready for the launch with the first couple of chapters written and off to the printers I’m toast. Can you get me back to work?’

‘Well, you should take care. You’re not that young…’

‘Ah that’s just the way I’m imagined – it’s the all-knowing wisdom shtik we Godds are known for. Means the flowing grey hair, benign though lined countenance and fulsome (also grey) beard come as standard. I need to get through the seven days, top up the oceans and rivers and pop the newly created clients in their garden.’

‘Well, I suppose. Can you take a few of these day thingies off afterwards?’

‘Hmm, I really need to see them over the first few chapters. I could ask my assistant to keep a watching brief.’

‘That would be good.’

‘If it goes wrong at the start there’s no knowing where it might end.’

Pattison sat at his desk and wrote a prescription. ‘What’s the worst that might happen?’

‘Oh goodness. Where do I start? Famine, global petulance, day time television, Morris dancing. They might even want a vote.’

‘Yes well I hope this assistant is up to it.’

‘Oh me and the snake go a long way back. He’ll be fine.’ Terry took the prescription and peered at the indecipherable scribbles. ‘What am I meant to take?’

‘An Apple a day. Pretty standard stuff. So what’s this record called? I may get one for the Missus for her birthday.’

‘The Bibble.’

‘I’ll just jot that down so she knows what to ask for.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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12 Responses to Day Eight #storytime

  1. Ha! Well, that explains just about everything. Great story, Geoff. Hugs.


  2. mothertherealist says:

    Geoff! You’re back!!!


  3. barbtaub says:

    Reblogged this on Barb Taub and commented:
    It’s a tough job but…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Great to have you back, Geoff 🙂


  5. Excellent, Geoff. The last sentence was hilarious.


  6. Elizabeth says:

    Welcome back. How were the nuptials?


  7. Ritu says:

    So good to have you back on full His Geoffleship form!
    How was the wedding?



  8. JT Twissel says:

    Fractured Bibble stories – I believe you’ve invented yet another new genre! Is that where an apple a day comes from?


  9. Super story and nice to have you back telling them


  10. Now this is what I’d call a great comeback – or maybe second coming?


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