“How will we know when it’s time to leave?” he asked. “There’s no clock. I don’t have a watch.”
As only a four-year-old could, she gave him a look that was half-frown, half-patient, and said, “Sand and magic.”
“You’re right,” he said, wondering when he’d stopped understanding gravity was magic.
I got this free downloadable coloring page from Easy Drawing SA. The hourglass came from a YouTube drawing tutorial.
I love this one.
(Even after it is mostly discontinued in recent desktops, I sadly expected that hourglass to be in my face and perpetually flipping itself over and over and over. I’ve always preferrred the spinning rainbow beach ball of doom, which is somehow relaxing than watching them that there circle worm dance and campton dot races, doda doda.)
Thank you for loving it. That’s not actually part of my manuscript, but the two characters COULD be. Now I’m even flash fiction’ing my own work.
Oh, that beach ball can still make me crazy. They should replace all those things with adorable animated animals inching their ways across the screen… and surprise us. One day a kitten, one day an otter, one day a puppy, one day a seal… The possibilities are endless. We’d be all, “Don’t load so damn fast! I was watching that tortoise!”
I have a beach ball on my Garmin GPS rolling down the road lines, like that tumbleweed on the deserted street. I’ve been down that road so many times, I don’t know where I’m going, but I do enjoy watching that beach ball rolling down the road, wondering where it’s going and what it’s going to do when it gets there.
Cute animals across the computer’s screen would be a welcomed change. Bring back the flying toasters and the fish aquarium screen savers while I wait!
In those days of yore, I knew someone with a pet cat icon on the desktop that would watch the window frames and chase the mouse.
The tired wabbit, still running circles around the tortoise, getting ahead to have the time to pull yet another one on the tortoise, gasping for air to run ahead once more…
There, in the distance, was the hint of the finish line, a tortoise had already won.
(Or did it? One cartoon says they ganged up on the wabbit with their own dirty tricks and split the winnings when the wabbit saw any tortoise at the line.)
However, suddenly, as the wabbit gasps its last:
“I am thy Blue Screen of Death
No-one hears your scream”
(haiku error messages’ author unknown)
The ol’ tortoise doppelganger trick, eh? That’s the second time he’s fallen for it this month.