She sat in the corner, sucking her thumb, and fingering a soft blanket. The Aid workers, there to help, found her vacant stare more than even the most hardened could handle.
“Why, daddy?â€
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Written for Trifextra Week 8. 33 words on LOST without using the word.
Gramma, Gramma, come see. Come play with us.
Lilith closed her book, and then laid it onto the picnic table. Having her grandchildren over for an afternoon was always a treat. Susie and Andrew had been playing in the kiddie pool while she read.
Now they were playing with bubbles, laughing at the rainbow hued orbs they were leaving in the grass.
Lilith called them to her. Ready for lunch, kiddos? Come on in the house, but mind you don’t trail the bubbles onto the carpet. Who wants ‘skettios’?
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So, those witty Trifecta editors came up with a challenging prompt this week: TRAIL using the third definition: to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams [smoke trailing from chimneys].
Okay – that is HARD to do – without adding ‘ing’ to the word, or making it a noun instead of a verb. I wrote a poem – changed it so much it wasn’t what I envisioned – then came up with the above. Yeah, I’m not sure it meets the challenge. Off to read what YOU wrote.
He was all
blond hair
blue eyes
chubby cheeks
(fore and aft)
first born
first loved
grandson extraordinaire
20 inches of joy
20 years ago
what?!
I have a grandson
20 years old!
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I suggested daughter write something about being the mother of a 20 year old, then realized, OMG! Effective 3-10-12 I have a 20 year old grandson! Definitely (in my mind) exclamation point worthy for this week’s Trifextra challenge.
(yes, that gentle giant hulk towering over me is my first-born grandson)
🙂
First there was cancer and loss of a breast. Cancer was followed by the stroke and loss of dignity. I’m too far away to hug and love my friend in person. Stupid geography!
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Trifextra challenge: 33 words with proper use of an exclamation point. The above is my frustration at being in Alaska while a good friend in Ohio is suffering and too far away for me to hug.
Jason wants to go to camp, Jenni. We can’t afford it. I hate to hurt him, though.
Jenni handed a flyer to John. “It’ll be okay. We can sign him up for CAMP!â€
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The Trifextra challenge this week was to use an exclamation point correctly. I haven’t yet read the other entries, but I am sure there are a lot of properly used !!!!s. I like to be a bit different . . . a bit off the mark . . . and was interested to find the Camp Exclamation Point website. Perhaps not quite what our editors were seeking, but there you have it.
A word about the names: I have had several friends over the years who have named their children using the same intials as theirs. It can be annoying or endearing.
Camp Exclamation Point is a legitimate camp – the above logo is from their website. If you’d like to be a part of it, check out their website.