Monthly Archives:February 2012

Sugar-booger

February 6th, 2012 / Categories: trifecta, words / 8 Comments »

“Well,” Marti drew out the word into several syllables.

Rex grinned and kissed her cheek: “Deep hole for shallow minds, you know.” He ducked her fast right fist aimed playfully at his mid-section.

“Rex! Dang it. I was thinking and I had the answer right at the tip of my tongue. Now it’s gone.”

“Aww Sugar-booger, stick out your tongue and let me see if I can find it for you.”

Marti obliged and blew a raspberry as well.

Theirs was an uncomplicated relationship. Marti and Rex both enjoyed having a grand time when they saw each other. They went to the movies and took long drives and laughed. Always there was laughter.

“You asked me a question – you have to let me think about the answer, you know. Just because you think you know the answer doesn’t mean I’m ready to give you the one you expect.”

“You’re right, Sugar-booger. C’mere and give me a hug. I’ll let you think as long as you want. You can even say ‘well’ and I won’t tease you anymore. I love you from the tip of your perky nose to the bottoms of your little toes. I can wait.”

Rex settled down on the brick wall and watched while Marti paced up and down the lawn. He could wait this out. The question had not been all that hard – not as deep as she was pretending. Would she or would she not marry him before his next hitch?

There was no problem their love couldn’t overcome.

He stretched out on the wall, closed his eyes and began to hum. Marti would get past the uncertainties, and find the answer he awaited.
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This week the editors at Trifecta have given us a challenge: DEEP. It’s used twice in this piece, but it is the second time that fits the definition best:(we are to use the word in the third definition)
3: difficult to penetrate or comprehend : recondite [deep mathematical problems]

A word about “Sugar-booger”: a friend on fb asked how her friends felt about being called sweetie, dearie, etc. One commenter said her older relative always replied to such by calling the other person “Sugar-booger.” While I don’t always enjoy being called such names by people I don’t know – I LOVE this name and am adding it to my repertoire of endearments.

Trifextra Week 2 – take 2

February 4th, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta, words / 13 Comments »

I find myself in the midst of writers much better than I. At least they seem so to my mind as I read their submissions. While this could (should?) discourage me, it makes me want to write better and for that I am thankful.
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I am wowed often by the other Trifecta/Trifextra submissions, but it only keeps me at the keyboard. After reading the other submissions this week I found myself talking to myself. That conversation is above.

🙂

Pleasure

February 3rd, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, trifecta / 13 Comments »

She rushed into the room bringing the outdoors chill with her. Shrugging off coat, boots, hat and mittens, she cast her eyes around in pleasure. Ah, home at last!

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Trifextra Week 2 Challenge: Write a complete story in three sentences only. Whew! This, however, is how I feel when I come home from work.

And, now I am off to read the other submissions. Won’t you give it a shot this week?

Revisiting the Tent

February 1st, 2012 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 6 Comments »

Ooooh, Gypsy Woman . . . she hummed as she bent over her work. Gold bangles encircled wrists and dangled from her ears. Their musical tones beat an off-tempo accompaniment to her voice.

She turned another card and paused to consider its import. This reading was important to her; this client not like those previous.

Jason shifted his weight in the too-small chair, and tugged at his earlobe. What were the words to the song she was humming? His thoughts went back to that summer long ago. The tent was the same – the chair as uncomfortable then as now. He had held the image of the gypsy in his mind for many years and now here they were together again.

She looked up, catching his crooked grin, then placed the last card on the table and took his hand in hers. After all these years her heart’s desire was back in her life. She only hoped the cards’ tale would not frighten him away again.
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Here’s a fiction piece for the Trifecta Challenge: Image.

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