That took way too long. At thirty-seven words over, it should have been easy to cut down. “Easy” being the key word there.
And yet it nearly takes me another hour to post. Words were switched around, phrases twisted and cut open, down and apart, only to be discarded completely twenty minutes later.
I had a whole paragraph detailing the process in which an octopus was selected to replace the old. If anyone has read David Eddings’ the Belgariad series, the process in which a new Salmissra is chosen was my inspiration of the moment. As this is wholly fiction, no octopuses were harmed in the making of this drabble. Much to Nathan’s disappointment. He’s mad enough as it is that I took out his one line of dialogue which was a rather vicious wish for fresh calamari.
For Nathan, I took some artistic liberty and copied a few characteristics from a friend. He doesn’t like cephalopods. And that’s understating it. It’s not a phobia, just a simple distaste for all things tentacled.
I would have to blame Adam for how polished this drabble ended up. If he hadn’t prodded and cajoled me, this entry would have been rather sad. The punctuation is still questionable, but I am at least happy with the words.
If I have friends reading this, there are nods to two of you.