Alan picked up his slice of toast and bit into it thoughtfully. The crescent shape left by his teeth was like a smaller version of the shark bite Julia would suffer next week, but at the moment, Alan knew nothing about that. Wiping the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, he reached for his coffee. As he lifted the mug, the surface of the drink rippled like a deceptively calm ocean which, any moment now, sharks would come leaping out of. He slurped it, completely unaware.
So far, today had been disappointing. The arrival of the post hadn’t brought the parcel he’d been waiting for – the new scuba mask with anti-fog coating which would eventually (although not for some days) save his life. There wasn’t even a postcard from Julia, despite her still, at this point, having enough fingers to write one. He wanted to know what the weather was like out on the west coast before he set off to join her there on Thursday.
Of course, today was Monday, so there was still plenty of time. Maybe a postcard would come tomorrow, or the day after. Until then, reflected Alan, he just had to get through his last few days at work, which promised to be mind-numbingly repetitive and predictable, exactly unlike a shark attack.
+ abuse foreshadowing wherever possible?
ReplyDeleteHonestly, if a book opened like this, I wouldn't be able to make myself NOT read it!
ReplyDeleteEvery time I read posts here, I feel inexplicably embarrassed! :)
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Lmao "There wasn't even a postcard from Julia, despite her still, at this point, having enough fingers to write one" --> *Almost* made me spit coffee all over my laptop xD
ReplyDeleteThe chronicle of a shark attack foretold...
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times?
ReplyDeleteThis is simply brilliant! Instant favourite!
ReplyDelete"There wasn’t even a postcard from Julia, despite her still, at this point, having enough fingers to write one."
ReplyDeleteThat is a thing of beauty.
This is a bit Lemony Snicket-y in tone, which is always fun.
ReplyDeleteThis site will never stop making me laugh. Another great one.
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ReplyDeleteMy favourite example of this is actually a song, not a piece of prose: ABBA's "The Day Before You Came". The entire song is set before any of the significant plot elements happen.
ReplyDeleteDamn, now I'm really curious as to what the main plot is going to be about. Wish it were a little more clear.
ReplyDelete"Until then, reflected Alan, he just had to get through his last few days at work, which promised to be mind-numbingly repetitive and predictable, exactly unlike a shark attack." Rather reminiscent of Douglas Adams' "The ships hung in the sky in much the same way as bricks don't."
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