Completely off the cuff, and man is 100 words small today.
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She adjusts the tablecloth, waits for a knock. Mr. Greaves is on his way, always here at half three like clockwork.
A quick glance in the mirror, final preparation. Her hair loose, a little kohl at the corners of her eyes. The Greek-like tunic isn’t terribly authentic, but no one notices. Maybe next she could try soothsaying. People like variety, after all.
Tap tap, and she schools her face to a droop-eyed look of languor before turning the knob. Greaves is waiting, anxious to “speak” with his wife. She feels a fleeting pang of guilt before she invites him in.
Nice!
I was wondering if anyone would use that meaning.
Hey! I was going to do a "medium" medium!
That's awesome, Ailleann. The tone is so perfect.
Beat me to it, too, Ailleann. Although I had one I thought might put a nice twist on it. We'll see if I take the time to actually put it down on paper to see if it works.
Go for it, Sail! You too Amy!
“It won’t work this way.”
“Why not, it…why not?”
“This is…I don’t know, the idea, it’s not visual, maybe…?”
“Okay, but, …what, are you gonna write it
longhand,
or…?"
“No…I don’t know, I can’t see it.”
“So…but the guy wants
this
…I mean, you know, we work in visuals…”
"You
work in visuals. I work in ideas.”
“Oh, nice, very pretentious. But until you can communicate your
ideas
to an audience telepathically…”
“…heh, maybe by osmosis…”
“Shut up and…you need a pen?”
“Yeah, just…maybe a rock album?”
“…seriously?”
“Stupid?”
“Put down the beer. Get out.”
Not even close to 100 words today. Just having a little fun.
Do You Want that Supersized?
“Do you want to come visit my medium with me?” Dee asked. It took me by surprise. While she canned her own food, recycled religiously and occasionally wore tie-dye, she’d never given any indication of being into hippie-dippie crystals and whoo-whoo. This might be interesting, I thought, and agreed.
Thirty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex. Dee knocked on a door and a young man opened it. “How are you, sweetie?” She kissed his cheek and I recognized one of her sons, Jaimie, I thought.
I smiled and asked him if he was going to see Dee’s medium with us. He gave me a startled look and started laughing. Dee looked at me and blushed. “I’m sorry. Harry and I called the triplets small, medium and large at first. Brian was 5 lbs. 10 oz., Jaimie was 5 lbs. 1 oz. and Kevin was 4 lbs. 5 oz. It made it easier to identify each baby before we learned to identify them by personality.”
Well, I never said Dee was anything other than pragmatic!
Sail, hee! I was expecting someone who saw visions in the penguin cookie jar!
Ailleann, Joe, nice work. Wolfram, you too. Although I would change "her chest tightened painfully" to "her throat". Since, you know, the whole chestal area thing. Threw me for a second.
My rule? Always check for the "his eyes slid down the front of her dress" factor.
