NaNoWriMo, Day 1...

[alexpgp]

The colonel, standing straight as a ramrod despite his age, stood easily next to one of several gaily decorated tables in the room that were groaning under the weight of food and drink. He looked up from his drink with an expression that betrayed an inability to decide whether he ought to break wind or wind his watch, and did neither. Instead, he toppled over to his left, into the triangular space between the table featuring the sturgeon and another whose main offering was faux Swedish meatballs.

No women screamed. No men applauded. Very strange, I thought.

And twelve words ahead of the pace, as well!

Cheers...

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[bandicoot.livejournal.com]

It was a dark and stormy night.

Oh, wait. That's for the wrong contest ;)