Wednesday, 28 February 2007

A short story

Each week (well, nearly) I enter Cindra's word game. Most of you will be aware of this game, but for those of you who aren't, Cindra selects 18 random words and you have too make up a story using them. For more details go to Cindra's blog (see side bar). Unfortunately my entry this week was rejected by Cindra's email system, but in order that my efforts are not totally wasted, I print it here, with the 18 words highlighted.

"It's so unfair he whined, you forget how lonely it gets out here, and I'm blue with cold". I remind him that it was his idea for us to move to Iceland, and ask him "how can you be lonely when I'm here". "Oh you don't count" he replies, which makes me hurt inside, but I don't show it. "we could dance my sweet" I suggest, but he replies "you only brought that Joni Mitchell CD, and I'm not dancing to that", my fault again. "You could put a pair of my stockings on and an extra sweater”, "no" he replied, "do you think I’m some sort of pervert”. "Maybe you could take a bath, I could shampoo your hair" (and cover you in kisses I thought to myself) and we could renew our feelings for each other. But he just laughed which undoes any immediate thoughts of romance. Hmm, I thought as my mind began unravelling, what was the key to satiate my lustful greed? Then it struck me, I told him he was gorgeous, that I loved him, and wanted him desperately but he just responded with sarcastic applause, so I shot the bastard.

Reckon you can do better? Cindra's word game is every Monday, go on, have a go.

6 comments:

Dr.John said...

This is so much better than my little story which on the sixth try made it in that I am lucky you gave up. I love the ending. Alls well that ends well.

Betty said...

I liked your story. Good job!

Catch said...

he he Bazaa...you rascal you...It was a great job!

Benjamin said...

That's good.

Jill said...

One of these days I'll have to try that! You did a good job.

Gawpo said...

Basil! That was excellent. Had I been given the opportunity, I might have swung my vote your way. Drat.

Very, very good story. Guys like you make me not want to enter. I could never write so well.