Sorry for going AWOL on Scotstober yesterday. I was having a wee bit of a bad day CRPS wise and just need to have a rest after getting my work on the manuscript done.
But, I managed to do a post today that covered both words!
Today’s words are lowp and grue. Lowp means leap, jump; spring to attention; a long springing step; throb; and a place to cross a river. Grue as a verb means to feel horror, terror, or to shudder; to run cold with fear; to shiver from cold, to make a grimace of horror or disgust. It also means melting snow and ice found on rivers in early spring.
Here’s my response to the prompts (another wee snippet taken from Running The Asset):
Melts o flams proggit fae the chaumer door-cheek, slaikin it the ruif abuin Adam’s heid. Spreedin fest. Panatick cleukit it heez thrapple.
He benseld oot a sair braith. Is wisnae heez nicht-mare; is wis rael. He wisnae the ane gruein, alane in the bleeze wi a corp. Elle wis. An gin he hid ony howp o makin hir help him, he hid tae muve. Noo.
He shueit in heez feet i a hauf forkin lik he wis a wean gittin olite fur heez go i a gem o Tommy Had a Gun. Three. Twa. Ane. Adam lowpt throu the flams an amaistd drappit fae the haet. Militar lowe upbring wi fearnought suits wur ane thing, bit a hailly unalik in civvies.
And now in English.
Tongues of flame poked from the bedroom doorway, licking at the ceiling above Adam’s head. Spreading fast. Panic clawed at his throat.
He forced out a harsh breath. This wasn’t his nightmare; it was real. He wasn’t the one trembling in fear, alone in the blaze with a corpse. Elle Maguire was. And if he had any hope of making her an asset, he had to move. Now.
Adam rocked on his feet in a half crouch like he was a kid getting ready for his turn in a game of Tommy had a gun. Three. Two. One. He leapt through the flames and almost dropped from the heat. Military fire training drills with fearnought suits were one thing, but a completely different thing in civvies.