Maddie closed the door to her flat and leaned against it, grateful it locked out the traffic noise.
Close deadlines stressed her, turned the music and chatter, clatter of keyboards and humming of fans into tiny buzzsaws cutting into her spine.
After a few minutes of trying to unwind surfing the web, she switched the computer. Too loud. She paced, pulling plugs to kill humming power sources, switching off the heating to mute its shell-to-your-ear swoosh.
Wrapped in a blanket and feet up on the sofa, she sighed.
It had seemed a good idea, Maggie taking a trip, Henry staying home to tinker in his workshop. But then…
“What were you thinking?” Maggie’s voice and shoulders dropped as she took in the model train rails cutting through the hatch to the kitchen. “Does it even open still?”
“It doesn’t need to.” Henry pulled out a chair, twitching a smile. After she sagged on the offered seat, he turned a gauge, causing a train to enter. It stopped so the first wagon, with its load of triangular leaf packets was right in front of Maggie.
Before I started the A to Z thing, I attempted to upgrade the CMS my website runs on.
Something went wrong.
Then something went wrong when I tried to restore it.
Since then I can't create new posts (everything posted since then is repurposed old drafts) or switch on the spam filter.
I had planned to keep going until after the A to Z Challenge was finished, but that was before I knew I'd get over a thousand spam comments a day. After accidentally deleting two legit comments when trying to clean up, I switched off comments, and without a chance of comments, posting's not so much fun.
I'll try to get the page working and updated in the course of the week(end), though I can't promise anything.
The outlander had agreed to the precautions Haisa wanted for their meeting. Satisfied, she retrieved the carved box that held what he sought, and opened it with a flourish.
His eyes, so far shining with excitement, went dull, and his shoulders sagged.
“It’s what you seek. Hair of Qilin!"
“Oh, I don’t doubt that, pardon me. It’s just that I need much more. To stuff a quilt.”
“Whatever for?” Haisa knew many uses for the potent ingredient; why waste it?
“If you slept under it, you would never get sick.”
Haisa wrinkled her nose. “Well, you buy? It’s a start.”
I'm way behind schedule in the April A to Z challenge, but I'm not stopping now. The prompt "quest" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder, "quilt" from Nita, and "Qilin", "Quantity", and "Quack" from Herm Baskerville.
Drabbles up to S are written; if you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me. :)