Daphne

The squiggly presentation was the hallmark of Daphnes’ chirography, unmistakable to him; his heart skipped a beat and then thumped on his chest wall as if begging him to read the beauty and wisdom of her words now!   Of course he did.

She was a difficult one and getting her to put pen to paper was more than a little velitation, more so full battle requiring he and his fellow scientists to goad her relentlessly (he was surprised at his ready ability to be cruel) and once enraged the words would eruct from her like some volcano simmering below the surface, suddenly spewing forth its matter in a violent torrent.

Her work was a strange masterpiece indeed for not only was she the subject of his research she was actually writing his research paper, he could visualise it being poured over, scrutinised by his peers and then the acclaim, the acclaim, the acclaim!

He felt a smug smile crease his face, he sniggered; he had taken literally the challenge of the idiom "that a half-dozen monkeys provided with typewriters would, in a few eternities, produce all the books in the British Museum."

Only difference was, he had given her a cheap biro and no eternities needed thank you very much – just relentless prodding with a Taser, until defeated, she came up (screeching) with the goods!

With thanks to Steve at Reading & Writing By Pub Light and his inspiring words for 3 Word Week # 33

Anna :o]