Write this! ...an exercise...

[JoanDrake]

For a moment, I was in someone else's plush, squeaking armchair.

More than a moment, actually, too bloody long, despite the fact that I was sipping 100 year old brandy and smoking a Dunhill, I despise drink and tobacco.

"Just like our opponent", came the familiar voice, " d'you s'pose that's why you get me and not him?"

"Don't know, Mr Prime Minister, sorry if I interrupted something".

"Oh, no bother, though it can be a deuced nuisance in a raid, I'll tell you. Listen, you may be the most useless psychic we have, since you're apparently only able to fathom MY thoughts, but on the other hand you do have use. These other boys up there at Bletchley, none of them have tipped to how you and your boys are really reading the minds of the German High Command, have they?"

"Oh no, sir, they don't even suspect and I would know. They think we're just confirming what the codebreakers find out with the Enigma and that bloody Great Colossus thingie and all. In fact it's all gobbledygook and then we give them the real skinny"

"Good, good, you realise the importance of this staying just between us, don't you? This is going to be of great importance for Britain, my boy, even after the war.

"Yes, I fully realise that sir, and...uh.. in fact...it leads me to wonder, and...well....please don't take this wrong....but...

"Out with it Lefttenant, there's a war on y'know"

"Sir...you wouldn't be going to shoot us after the war, just to keep the secret, would you?"

There was long and rather agonising pause and then the "voice" reverberated in my head with anger

"HOW DARE YOU, LEFTANENT QUILL, WHO'DYA BLOODY THINK I AM, ADOLF? THE VERY IDEA...."

"I'm so very, very sorry sir...it's just that...well.. ",despite all my efforts, my "voice" began to break inside my head.

"Now, now. Leftenant...this is an unusual situation and I guess." there was a long hesitation. "but no...of course not. In fact we have plans for the use of your group after the war...seems there's this fellow named Bond, who just has this most damnable luck in everything he does. Now don't you have a technical degree from Oxford?"

 

[Grimbear]

For a moment, I was in someone else's plush, squeaking armchair,
Whistling blithely and swinging my legs, quite without a care.
My questing fingers on the armrests, picking off the odd stray hair,
Glad that for once, if only for once, I did not have to share,
And surrounding me was such blissful peace, so fine and so rare,
Thankfully, no longer pursued by that gruesome, grizzly mother bear.
Whom I’d disturbed by stumbling stupidly into her dark, deep lair.
For no better reason than to fulfil the requirements of a ridiculous dare,
Given me by that fiendish, Machiavellian plutocrat, Paul O’Hare.
But as I sat and rested I very gradually became aware,
The chair was too hard! It really was most extremely unfair,
But luckily there was another, and still one more to spare.
I tried them both, broke one, before I happened to glimpse the stair.
I resolved immediately that I would try my luck up there,
And came upon some cosy beds, as if in answer to my prayer,
In a bedroom decorated with, I might add, some considerable flair.
The smallest bed was so comfortable it was fit for a millionaire!​

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Oh my goodness, they're writing poetry here now!

One of these days, I'll have to get out of my own plush, squeaking armchair and write something myself. Since it was my idea and all.

On the other hand, everyone else is doing such a fabulous job of it, maybe I'll just let it go for now!

 

[Dante DiBenedetto]

The Professor leaned forward towards my couch. Our eyes locked as my body froze. The edge of his blade sent no pain through my body, nor did the heat of our blood warm my hand. For a moment, I was in someone else's plush, squeaking armchair.

 

[J Riff]

For a moment, I was in someone else's plush, squeaking armchair, but then I was on my feet, looking for somewhere to hide. The homeowner had come home, and there I was - snoozing in his armchair.

Bloody armchair was so comfortable I had fallen asleep in the middle of a robbery. Very unprofessional, and I chided myself mercilessly as I crawled under a large divan, just as Mr. Homeowner entered the room.

I lay dead still as the guy puttered around the room, hanging up his coat and tossing items onto a table. It was late so I imagined he would go upstairs to bed soon, and I could get on with robbing his house. Fortunately I hadn't disturbed anything yet. That damned armchair... I had merely sat down in it for a moment after a long hard lockpicking session and I must have dropped off to sleep immediately in its comforting embrace.

After about twenty minutes the guy went upstairs and I heard water running. I crawled out and peeked up the stairs and very shortly his light went out and everything was quiet.
I gave him a half hour to get to sleep, then I went through the downstairs rooms, and was richly rewarded.

Top grade silverware and expensive liquor along with a wad of cash he'd left sitting on the table next to the armchair. I smirked as I sat down to rest a minute before hightailing it out of there. The armchair squeeked a bit but I wasn't worried about the guy waking up. Besides, I was heavily armed and ready for any kind of confrontation. I closed my eyes, just for a moment, and luxuriated in the armchair, wishing there was a way I could take it with me. It was just so damned comfortable that I, ... I .>>.>zZZZZZZZ.