Oh, yes, well a fork, of course, what could be easier than writing about a fork. We have forks everywhere. I suppose the important part of the problem is what sort of fork, why you have the fork, and what you do with the fork. First of all find a fork and take a photo. This is easier said than done, some people can be very complicated.
“What are you doing inside the garden cupboard?”
“What does it look like I am doing – taking a photo of my garden fork of course.”
“Is it clean?”
“Looks a bit muddy on the prongs, but it is a garden fork. The one I use for digging up earth and replacing the earth afterwards. It tends to gather dirt on the prongs. You mean I should wash it?”
“Depends on what the photo is for. If you are going to blog about it, then it should be clean. People might start talking.”
“It is clean. I removed all the blood stains with a wire brush as some of them had dried on the prongs. Dracula, our friendly neighbour across the road that lives in the graveyard, said he only needed it for show, for a photo for his fans and it looked more genuine with the blood. It wasn’t real blood of course, well it was, but the local blood bank said they had too many plastic bags with Group O and had to make space for the more exclusive blood groups like A+ and B+ so they let me have it for a bargain price, just a few cloves of garlic. It gave them more room for the special section of Rhesus – groups. He is such a nice neighbour, never any bother and so quiet, especially during the day. Ok, now and again it can get a little noisy at night, but we usually sleep.”
“What are you doing now?”
“One photo is not enough if you want to invest some research into writing a blog, so I thought I would move on to the dual purposes garden fork. the one that I can use for the smaller jobs, digging out the stones and pieces of bone, and using the other side of it for covering things over.”
“Dracula covers things over.”
“Of course not, this one is my own private possession, for hiding the evidence before the birds dig it all out again and eat it. Don’t get excited. I am only talking about the seeds I plant in the garden. What did you think? Dracula isn’t into gardening.”
“Where are you going with those dinner forks.”
“Cannot leave people with the impression that forks are only needed for the heavy work, digging things up and burying them again. We also need forks to eat with. I am especially proud on the fork second from the bottom. That is for the heavy work like piercing pieces of raw meat and holding it down whilst I can cut it with the butcher’s knife into slices.”
“You have to hold it down, it’s alive?”
“Not usually, it just seems to want to slip and slide especially if it is still fresh. Where are you going, just a moment, you havn’t drunk your coffee.
I wanted to show you the other forks in my collection. The one at the top is an all purpose fork that I have for myself. It is not a fork I would give my guests, it is now worn down and the prongs are no longer sharp enough for piercing through steak. I like my steak rare, you know when a little red juice still runs out of it.
“Stay where you are I said.”
“Why are you approaching me with that long pronged fork.”
“Oh that is a special fork, and is resistant to very high temperatures, it makes no difference when it is plunged into boiling liquid.
Just a moment, come back, why are you running away. It is my cheese fondue fork, special for piercing pieces of bread and dipping into the cheese sauce.”
Daily Prompt: A fork in Time …..