Another week has flown by and it's wordzzle time again. Wordzzles seems to be in a major players drought. Anyone have any ideas for how to drum up some enthusiasm?
Words for this week's 10-word challenge were: suicide, Cadillac, martial arts, signs of Spring, flounder, peanut butter, public library, the bachelor, fashion, wearing just a towel And for the mini: it's a girl, spider web, coffee, slush, champing at the bit
Wading through the slush of the the most recent snow-storm, "cup" (it was one of those insulated mega cups really) of coffee in hand, Frank Flounder longed for signs of Spring. He was champing at the bit for a change from dreary days working in lonely obscurity amid dust and spider webs in the basement archives of the public library. He had come to hate his job so much that it felt to him like living suicide. Frank dreamed of better days, of fame and fortune. No more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for him. He would leave this boring town behind him and with it memories of the town bullies calling him Francy Pansy (although he wasn't gay) and shouting "it's a girl" as he walked in school hallways. He had secretly learned martial arts and he was proud of his strength and his control. In his fantasies he became a famous male fashion model or - in his favorite - he starred on the Bachelor, drooled over by beautiful women. In one of his fantasy scenes his favorite (Mary Lucinda) encountered him wearing just a towel and swooned into his arms. Later at their lavish wedding, which was attended by the rich and famous, they drove off in their brand new Cadillac (gift of the show) to a romantic honeymoon in Tahiti. He was jolted back to reality by a snowball in his back and realized that he had arrived at the Library. He sighed and climbed the steps reminding himself that this was not forever. "The sun'll come out tomorrow...." he crooned to himself. He would show everyone. Tomorrow, he whispered to himself, WILL come.
Andrew shook the slush if ice that was all that remained of his fourth glass of iced coffee and stood to pace back and forth across the waiting room yet again. After about 5 turns around the room, he sat again and began contemplating the intricate spider web in the corner by the ceiling, trying to calm his nerves as he waited for a nurse or someone to come in and announce "it's a girl" or "it's a boy." He was champing at the bit for some news. He was about to become a grandfather for the first time. His own baby girl was soon to be a mother. He wished Martha could have been there. She had started dreaming of grandchildren almost the day Amanda was born. It was times like this when he missed her most but he thought he felt her presence today. Maybe she was here after all, he mused. And as he had this thought a smiling nurse came in to tell him: "You're a grandpa twice over. One boy and a little girl who was hiding herself from sight even with sonograms. Both babies are healthy and your daughter is doing great. You can go meet your grand kids if you'd like. Congratulations." He barely heard the last word. He was already half way down the hall. Grandpa! I'm a grandpa! Life is good.
At the Signs of Spring dojo (it was what he assumed was a bad pun that had lured him in) Archie Cadillac floundered hopelessly in his effort to follow the moves the martial arts instructor was sharing with the rest of the class, feeling like each attempt he made was a form of social suicide from which he would never recover. He could feel the others snickering at him and it felt very much like the dreams in which he found himself at the public library wearing just a towel. Or the one where he was a contestant on The Bachelor - or maybe it was some other show - and dropped a peanut butter sandwich onto the cleavage of some high fashion model. He shuddered at the very thought of it. But then he saw her - the most beautiful girl in the world - compassion written all over her face and he knew that he had found the love of his life. Nothing else could touch that feeling. He floated through the rest of the class like a master. And then he floated over to her side and his world was never the same again. On another plane of existence, his guardian angel with joy smiled at a job well done.
Word for next week's 10-word challenge: vacuum, visitors, vacation, vulture, vivacious, velocity, victory, value, virtue, vegetables
And for the mini: xylophone, xenophobia, xerox, x-ray, x-factor
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