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TM 242 - Bearer of Bad News
Aug. 11th, 2008 11:40 am242 - Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news.
"Your father's waiting for you in his study."
When I was a kid, those were the most chilling words ever spoken, and my mother always delivered them with the kind of heavy portent that usually accompanies Oracular pronouncements and eulogies. I couldn't stand hearing those words any more than I could stand the long walk across the room from the door to the huge and heavy wood desk. My father would take off his glasses, set them down, fold his hands and wait.
( On the spot )
(402, not counting direct quotes)
"Your father's waiting for you in his study."
When I was a kid, those were the most chilling words ever spoken, and my mother always delivered them with the kind of heavy portent that usually accompanies Oracular pronouncements and eulogies. I couldn't stand hearing those words any more than I could stand the long walk across the room from the door to the huge and heavy wood desk. My father would take off his glasses, set them down, fold his hands and wait.
( On the spot )
(402, not counting direct quotes)
