Saturday, July 26, 2008
How Much Is That Wordzzle In The Window ...
The days fly by and it is once more Wordzzle Day. Please stop by RAVEN’S NEST and check out the other stories. And think about trying it yourself, it’s fun and keeps the brain cells healthy.
Ten Word Challenge : follow-up, buffalo wings, silversmith, furniture, as the crow flies, little red roadster, photograph, pencil pusher, argument, streaking
Mini Challenge: Ireland, mashed potatoes, book worm, fog horn, T.S. Eliot
Finola’s Mega Story continues …
Ireland Silversmith stood in the tiny window of the giant luxury RV. As much as she adored traveling with the love of her life cooking in one of these things was a challenge. She had to move the spicy buffalo wings over to the sofa in order to have enough room to season the mashed potatoes. Thank goodness the RV was big enough to hold all the furniture she required to be functional and comfortable.
“Lovee, are you out there?” Ireland was positive she had seen his shadow pass between two trees a few feet from their camp ground. “Lovee, don’t make me keep bellowing like a fog horn” Ireland tried not to be annoyed; she didn’t want to have an argument right before dinner. Her husband was a good man. He worked hard, always put her first and was exceptionally kind. Ireland had never before known anyone so complex – he was an accountant but hardly a pencil pusher, he was a book worm who also delighted in racing around the narrow streets of their home town in his little red roadster. The night they met he had nearly run her over. Ireland chuckled at the thought of how that evening started with her streaking across the road fearing for her life and ended with Lovee reading T.S. Eliot to her at a small café. Later that night they walked along the river and then posed for their photograph at a little booth. That photo leaned against the window frame facing Ireland right now.
“Lovee, it’s almost time to eat, I …” Ireland stopped dead in her tracks. Lovee was walking across the clearing towards her carrying a cardboard box. Beside him was a young woman who looked frightened and angry. “Hey darlin’ do we have enough wings for three?” Ireland had to laugh at how matter of fact Lovee was. Nothing daunted him. “Ireland, remember when the police stopped us on the main road, claimed to be doing a routine follow-up. Well I think I found the follow-up” The young woman spoke for the first time. “I just need to get to Stonepoint” she said angrily. “My car broke down but I’m pretty sure I can get there on foot”. Lovee laughed. “On foot, really child what are you thinking, Stonepoint is miles and miles from here, and that’s as the crow flies. It’s even farther away for little feet like yours”.
Finola was not pleased with this development but she was hungry.
My 10 word:
The paparazzi all swarmed around the little red roadster as the lead singer of Silversmith jumped out. His pencil pusher assistant and his fast talker publicist struggled to keep up with him as he went streaking across the parking lot into the back entrance of ‘As the Crow Flies’ – Red Bank’s newest hot spot. The assistant tried to carry a giant bucket of buffalo wings and 6 cell phones without crashing into the fancy glass furniture. The publicist tried to grab the singer long enough to convince him to pose for a photograph with the club’s owner. “The papers will all want a follow-up to the photo” she screeched. “I won’t get into an argument about this” the singer snapped without breaking stride. “I’m here to get drunk and get laid and you’re here to see that it happens”.
Frodo Fog Horn Finkledork was damned if he was going to spend the rest of his days as a lonely book worm; sitting in his tiny flat eating soggy fish cakes and runny mashed potatoes. He packed up his T.S. Eliot collection and headed for the docks. He was going to Ireland to be a boxer.
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