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“None of them match?!” Joseph whispers to Joan.
She scans the rainbow display unfettered.
“The sizes aren’t even together.” Joseph continues.
She homes in a few different ones.
“I mean… This bizarre has all kinds stores.” His voice wavers. “I don’t get why we are here.”
She grabs two golden sandals from from different display boards.
“Are you even listening!” He looks at the side of her smiling face.
“The guy behind the counter is blind but not deaf.” She smiles the married woman smile that translates he is not with me.
“There’s a funny stone over here!” Derrick yells across Meadowhaven Gardens.
Julia grimaces his direction. She keeps thumbing through the guidebook. “What’s the point of reading about these people? You are jumping from place to place. These are real stories of what happened to these people. It’s so cool to think…”
“Hey, you got to see this one!” Derrick grows louder as if to wake the dead.
“Coming!” Julia finds row 15 in the book. “What’s the last name? …. Never mind I found it. Reginald Foster. He had heart attack while eating on Pier 9. His last words immortalized as ‘They were French fries!'”
“Jesse! When we said it was time to replace the wood bench, that’s not what we meant.” Rodney looks out the window of the Finast Souvineer Shop Ever.
“Why’d you leave the log there then?!” Jesse looks incredulously after spending a full hour with his chainsaw crafting the bench. “I just don’t see y’all solution here. It sits more than that old one. If they hit this one with a truck, hell it’ll just roll outta the way.”
“Rodney! Come quick! Someone wants to buy that bench out front. ” Julie pulls her husband away from the window. “You need to get another one right quick! There’s a bunch talking about it.”
“I’ll get right on making another one, boss.” Jesse shakes his head.
“You got to see this post on ‘What’s on my plate?'” Riley yells out to his wife Shelby.
“I’m looking at Pinterest. What is it?” Her eyes don’t leave the small screen. “There are 201 ways to fold a dollar to make animal gifts!”
“I’m looking at reheated Budda’s Hand.” Riley is confused by her lack of interest “I mean..this is like alien bones.”
“I need a box. I’m making 20 of these for Jessica. You know she throws a fit if you get her a gift card.” Her eyes still not looking away.
“How would you even eat this stuff? Maybe, it’s looks edible when it’s freshly made.” Riley continues.
“Do you even hear even I talk. I need to finish off my gifts!” Shelby sports an angry gaze to the one not looking.
“Meaning? How do fishnets imply saudade?” She asks with a lenient but fast smile.
“Uh, the site of an extravagant tulip,such as yourself…” my brain malfunctions briefly “Make that coruscant, almost blinding figure. Gentle as ether, and quite intoxicating as well.”
She looks straight through me.
I’m thinking it didn’t sound as good as I thought it did.
3. Forgettery ((n.)forgetting;
6. Demagogue ((n.)orator or political leader, who gains power and popularity by arousing the emotions, passions, and prejudices of the people.)
12. I can’t see the last word if you can let me know otherwise we will go with Pop
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
“What can you tell me of this…… incident? It seems as if you were hell bent on decapitating someone.” Randy uses his newly found demagogue voice, fitting of the effect of his team leader position.
“Dude, we were flinging the kick balls in that external mesh cage. A few bounced out.” I try lending reason to the conversation.
“Forgettery? Do you not know safety rules at Wally World?” Randy stands with both hands firmly planted on his hips. “It’s not June! It’s the Christmas rush…people are everywhere.”
I ponder my need for seasonal employment.
Randy turns away.
I can’t resist picking up one of the offending kickballs. I throw it and watch smiling as it pops him on the back of the head.
“Tonite, we see the Watchers return.” Ahote stands at the base of News Rock as the Sun approaches the far ridge.
“God, this is so cool. Do you guys come here every year?” Billy looks at hibs Hopi friend in his embroidered jacket.
“It’s based on lunar cycles. My people would come up in large groups years ago.” Ahote scans the horizon as he speaks “We can not come alone. When we see them, say nothing and take no pictures.”
“Oh..Ok. I didn’t know.” Billy looks about the sky.
A flash of light beams toward them. Three silver figures emerge underneath the light.
“Th..th…They” Billy points and his arm waves.
“Shhh!” Ahote watches his friends come closer.
“But they are..” Billy yells and takes off.
“White people are so easy.” Ahote laughs.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writers, details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/13/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-14-2017/