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On Wednesday, by Jay Tryfanstone
Title: On Wednesday
Author: Jay Tryfanstone
Rating: PG-13
Story Link: http://inkstain.inkquill.net/isf/archiv
Author’s Livejournal:tryfanstone
Author’s summary: Postwar. Food, owls and taxes. There might be a plot in there somewhere.
Length: short
Reviewer:painless_j
Mr Potter drives home from work. It's Wednesday.
On Wednesdays, he ironed the shirts he'd washed on Monday, ate lasagna, and watched whatever sport was currently occupying the television schedules. If you'd asked him, Mr Potter would have said that what he did on a Wednesday was perfectly unremarkable. No more unusual, in fact, than what he did on Monday, or Tuesday, or indeed any other day of the week. Mr Potter got up in the morning, showered, and had a bowl of cereal. He drove to work and spent the day in front of a computer terminal. He's something in import/export, one of many in an open plan office where the staff come and go like subbuteo players. Then he drives home. On Saturdays he might play with the old playstation stored neatly below his small television. On Sundays he allowed himself an extra half-hour in bed.
As you can see, Mr Potter leads a perfectly normal, quiet life. But strange small things keep happening around him: one day there are two owls in the tree by his porch, another time he runs into an old man who calls him "my boy" and offers him sweets. When one of these days something inexplicably odd upsets his routine, he begins noticing many other unusual things in his neighbourhood, and doing unusual things, too.
Sly, charming short fic with fantastic narrative intonation!
Title: On Wednesday
Author: Jay Tryfanstone
Rating: PG-13
Story Link: http://inkstain.inkquill.net/isf/archiv
Author’s Livejournal:
tryfanstoneAuthor’s summary: Postwar. Food, owls and taxes. There might be a plot in there somewhere.
Length: short
Reviewer:
painless_jMr Potter drives home from work. It's Wednesday.
On Wednesdays, he ironed the shirts he'd washed on Monday, ate lasagna, and watched whatever sport was currently occupying the television schedules. If you'd asked him, Mr Potter would have said that what he did on a Wednesday was perfectly unremarkable. No more unusual, in fact, than what he did on Monday, or Tuesday, or indeed any other day of the week. Mr Potter got up in the morning, showered, and had a bowl of cereal. He drove to work and spent the day in front of a computer terminal. He's something in import/export, one of many in an open plan office where the staff come and go like subbuteo players. Then he drives home. On Saturdays he might play with the old playstation stored neatly below his small television. On Sundays he allowed himself an extra half-hour in bed.
As you can see, Mr Potter leads a perfectly normal, quiet life. But strange small things keep happening around him: one day there are two owls in the tree by his porch, another time he runs into an old man who calls him "my boy" and offers him sweets. When one of these days something inexplicably odd upsets his routine, he begins noticing many other unusual things in his neighbourhood, and doing unusual things, too.
Sly, charming short fic with fantastic narrative intonation!
