Janelle poured two fingers of Bacardi. Raising her glass with just a hint of a smile she gazed out onto the city beneath her.
This day. This minute. This was her time. The children were off with James for his weekend. She had wrapped up her work week tidily. The internet, TV and phones were all shut off.
No noise.
Peace.
Just herself, a snifter of rum, a good book and 72 hours.
“Damn! What the HELL was that?â€
Janelle licked her fingers of the rum that had sloshed out when the thunder had roared past her penthouse window.
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There, of course, is more to this story. However, in response to trifecta’s Nifty Ninety-Ninth challenge, the requirement was only 99 words using any word – any definition – from page 99 of the Oxford English Dictionary.
AND . . . this challenge will be community judged – that means the most clicks wins. (Yes, it’s an imperfect world) This week – if there are at least 99 entries – the winner will receive a $99 gift card to their favorite bookstore. (Look out River City Books!!) BONUS: if there are at least 198 entries there will be two gift cards given . . . 297? You guessed it – a perfect trifecta of THREE gift cards.
So, shoo! Go on off now and write. Then come back and vote. You know you wanna.
Oh! I would love 72 hours to read–alone! Enjoyed this thanks!!
That type of quiet sounds marvelous!
72 hours for reading.. yes I’ve had that.. locked in by bad weather in a mountain hut without electricity…
72 hours alone with a book sounds like a little slice of heaven 🙂
She is lucky… 🙂
Nice set up…
-HA
Love the setup – I almost did Bacardi as well but ended up somewhere else entirely. Would love 72 hours of reading time.
Imagining myself in that situation and wondering which would win – the book or the Bacardi. Hmmm.
What a tempting setting!
I’d even take the thunderstorm to have that weekend alone…
and a sip of that Bacardi.
as always, you wrote a human, lovely 99.
🙂
I have no idea what that would be like, but I would love to give it a try.
I jumped too! Wonderful build up.
It never fails. Just when you find perfect, something happens that makes you spill you rum! More please…:)
The solitude seems dreamy and the thunder so unexpected. Fun to read!
Peace is so good. Excellent.
I don’t mind a good thunderstorm when there’s nothing else on my mind. Great scene!
I didn’t realize this was you, Barbara! Something about this feels different–but just as good, of course. I love the images of solitude and serenity. My daughter and I were just talking about such things today. Thanks for linking up. Don’t forget to come back and vote at the end. It is indeed an imperfect world, but ya know. 🙂
Licking the rum off, not a drop to be wasted…I long for that alone time with a good read and fine munchies and juice..
Glad to be able to read you finally Barbara-have been getting error msgs whenever I clicked on your link, since I returned in August .This had a lovely feel-solitude to do what one loves:-)
I imagine the first 24 would be bliss but, If I was a betting man, I’d be willing to bet all the money in my wallet that I would start missing my girls by the second day. However, I would happily sign up for opportunity to find out for sure. 🙂
I could use a moment like this. At least I got away for the moment it took to read this. Fine writing as always.
Oooh, I would love to see the “of course… more to this story” part as well!
Oh, I like! 🙂