It's week 126 of the Weekly (formerly known as "Saturday") Wordzzle Challenge. Looking forward to seeing what everyone comes up with.
Words for this week's 20-word challenge were: charm, judge, flowers, mixed nuts, earthquake, politics, sugar and spice, bricks and mortar, neurosurgeon, blinking lights, plastic bag and for the mini: lawn mower, sheets and towels, smashed, bookcase, pinky finger
My 10-word:
Neurosurgeons as a rule are not noted for their charm, so when Dr. Johnson showed up all sugar and spice with flowers, mixed nuts and a big smile, Judge Amanda Black felt an inner earthquake and visualized the bricks and mortar that held her home together to be crashing into dust. I'm dying she thought to herself, dropping the plastic bag full of groceries she was holding onto the sidewalk outside her house. She quickly joined it and woke to the blinking lights of an ambulance and the doctor's concerned face looking down at her. "So sorry I scared you Amanda, I just wanted your advice about something. I'm thinking of going into politics..." "Not off to a very good start," she mumbled before passing out again.
My mini:
Charles kept pushing his lawn mower stoically trying to ignore the wobbling figure of Miranda Minkborn coyly wiggling her pinky finger at him. He cursed his bad luck. He had thought she was out. But, alas, there she was totally smashed. She was a nice enough woman sober, but when she was drunk - which lately was almost always - she would come staggering over if he showed his face out of the house, begging for some absurd favor like moving a bookcase or helping her decide which sheets and towels were the best choice for her to buy. He knew she was just lonely, but it was embarrassing. At least his wife understood it for what it was. She teased him about it, which was almost worse than if she had been jealous. Today he had come up with what he thought was an inspired solution for handling both problems. "Sandy, darling," he called out.... "Come on out. Miranda needs our help."
And the mega:
Judge George Flowers had lost his pinky finger in a lawn mower accident when he was very young. At the time of the accident he had been dreaming of becoming a neurosurgeon, but the loss of a finger had smashed that idea to smithereens. In the end his interest in politics had drawn him to the law instead. A mix of charm and talent moved him quickly up the ladder to his judgeship. He was happy with his life. His court docket offered him an interesting assortment of "mixed nuts" and major criminals. In his career he'd seen everything from drunk drivers picked up with bottles of booze in a plastic bag on the seat next to them, to twin sister hookers names Sugar and Spice (really). The case currently before him was one of those things that hits the papers - a double homicide dubbed The Bookcase Murders because it had taken place in a library. What grounded him in his life, though, was his family. His wife Grace was a wonder. She was perfect at everything domestic - from cooking to picking the right sheets and towels to raising the kids with love and wisdom. But she was also versed in the law. She was his advisor and listening ear and a colleague, really, though she had stopped practicing law when she had the babies. She was the bricks and mortar of his life. She was a home no earthquake could destroy and he felt every time he looked at her, every time he heard the laughter of his children, a profound gratitude for their life together. Tonight he sat looking at the blinking lights on the Christmas tree and though himself perhaps the luckiest man alive.
Neurosurgeons as a rule are not noted for their charm, so when Dr. Johnson showed up all sugar and spice with flowers, mixed nuts and a big smile, Judge Amanda Black felt an inner earthquake and visualized the bricks and mortar that held her home together to be crashing into dust. I'm dying she thought to herself, dropping the plastic bag full of groceries she was holding onto the sidewalk outside her house. She quickly joined it and woke to the blinking lights of an ambulance and the doctor's concerned face looking down at her. "So sorry I scared you Amanda, I just wanted your advice about something. I'm thinking of going into politics..." "Not off to a very good start," she mumbled before passing out again.
My mini:
Charles kept pushing his lawn mower stoically trying to ignore the wobbling figure of Miranda Minkborn coyly wiggling her pinky finger at him. He cursed his bad luck. He had thought she was out. But, alas, there she was totally smashed. She was a nice enough woman sober, but when she was drunk - which lately was almost always - she would come staggering over if he showed his face out of the house, begging for some absurd favor like moving a bookcase or helping her decide which sheets and towels were the best choice for her to buy. He knew she was just lonely, but it was embarrassing. At least his wife understood it for what it was. She teased him about it, which was almost worse than if she had been jealous. Today he had come up with what he thought was an inspired solution for handling both problems. "Sandy, darling," he called out.... "Come on out. Miranda needs our help."
And the mega:
Judge George Flowers had lost his pinky finger in a lawn mower accident when he was very young. At the time of the accident he had been dreaming of becoming a neurosurgeon, but the loss of a finger had smashed that idea to smithereens. In the end his interest in politics had drawn him to the law instead. A mix of charm and talent moved him quickly up the ladder to his judgeship. He was happy with his life. His court docket offered him an interesting assortment of "mixed nuts" and major criminals. In his career he'd seen everything from drunk drivers picked up with bottles of booze in a plastic bag on the seat next to them, to twin sister hookers names Sugar and Spice (really). The case currently before him was one of those things that hits the papers - a double homicide dubbed The Bookcase Murders because it had taken place in a library. What grounded him in his life, though, was his family. His wife Grace was a wonder. She was perfect at everything domestic - from cooking to picking the right sheets and towels to raising the kids with love and wisdom. But she was also versed in the law. She was his advisor and listening ear and a colleague, really, though she had stopped practicing law when she had the babies. She was the bricks and mortar of his life. She was a home no earthquake could destroy and he felt every time he looked at her, every time he heard the laughter of his children, a profound gratitude for their life together. Tonight he sat looking at the blinking lights on the Christmas tree and though himself perhaps the luckiest man alive.
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Words for next week's 10-word challenge are: carrot soup, blind, polar bear, evidence, diary, devil, classic, balance, piano, bushy eyebrows
And for the mini: debt, wind chimes, rake, shell, limbering up
Thank you for playing! Newcomers can check here for some guidelines (and they are only guidelines, not rules) to make the process more fun.
Enjoy! See you next week!
4 comments:
ok so i'm at the library today, which apparently means i can't access mr linky - i have left my story though and will return and read yours
back again - ok i really like these: your stories are little flashes into the middle of something happening, right where the action is. I think it would be really interesting if you developed one or two, but i like the way you are left to supply the what happens next
I enjoyed these as ever. You paint human nature so well - the kindly but exasperated man in your second story and the warming family story in the third (why do the women always have to give up their careers when the babies come?)
It would seem that lawn mowers are very dangerous things, too!
I enjoyed all three of these - but I laughed out loud at the first one. Why, it could be right out of a Harlequin romance!
Mine are finally up!
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