Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Extended Lunch


Nothing would tempt Harold to resume work on Tuesday. “When all the clocks stop at 1:12 PM,” he said, “there’s something very spooky going on.”

“But Harold,” Jasfoup pointed out, almost stabbing him with the blunt end of a baguette, “you’re the Prince of… well, if not actually darkness then at least a sort of dusky twilight. What can you possibly be afraid of?”

“It’s not that I’m afraid,” said Harold. “Not as such. It’s just that until the clocks start up again I consider it lunchtime.” He glared at the three imps tucking into a large bag of cod and chips from the Olden Plaice fish bar. “Except for you three,” he added. “You lot can have a working lunch.”


Image by Brian Whelan

2 comments:

aims said...

Things certainly do get curiouser and curiouser in Laverstone....

All clocks? Hmmmmm.....

Leatherdykeuk said...

All the ones in the shop, anyway...