Category Archive:Velvet Verbosity

Miz Jones

March 1st, 2013 / Categories: Velvet Verbosity / 3 Comments »

“Widder Jones is mah name. I had another name oncet upon a time. Jamie called me Lil Sis when we was a-courtin. Lordie, how I loved that man.”

I watched a tear fall down her wrinkled cheek.

“I’m sorry, Miz Jones. Can I get you a drink of water?”

“Nah, Missie-girl. I’s fine. I’s fine. I’s jus missin mah Jamie today somethin fierce. He was a good man, that un. A mighty good man.”

I patted the old woman’s temples and smoothed her brow. “I’m sure he loved you, too, Miz Jones. You rest sweet now. We’ll talk more later.”
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VV’s 100 word challenge this week is TEMPLES – as in that place on your head, either side of your eyes. The above 100 words are mine . . . where are yourse?

Surviving

February 20th, 2013 / Categories: Velvet Verbosity, words / 9 Comments »

Leah pushed the stroller through busy streets. Pushing hair out of her eyes she lit her last cigarette.

“Hey, lady! You shouldn’t be smoking around your baby, you know.”

The passing vehicle showered her with slush, but the words struck like daggers.

“Kids these days, she muttered. No respect. No sense of decency.”

She checked the stroller to make sure none of her belongings had fallen out, covered the baby doll inside and walked on towards the shelter with its promise of food and warmth, safety from the night.

“I got you, baby. Me and you, we’ll keep on surviving.”

jasleen_kaur / Foter.com / CC BY-SA


Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge this week is SURVIVING. The above are my 100.

Granny Wise

February 11th, 2013 / Categories: Velvet Verbosity, words / 22 Comments »

Granny rocked and pondered the girls before her. Ten minutes before they had been squabbling and bickering as only teenage sisters can do. Now they sat before her on the floor with tears in their eyes.

“Girls, I am disappointed in you. I hope to see honest discussion between you, but never this disrespectful notion of hatred that I have seen today.”

“We’re sorry, Granny. We’ve made up now and we don’t mean to be hateful in your house. It was just silly boy stuff anyway.”

“Well, never mind that now. Let’s not dwell on the past, shall we? You will have boys who are friends and boys who are boyfriends. They will come and go. But in the end, you will always have each other as sisters.”

“Yes, Granny. We love you, too.”
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The Trifecta challenge for this week #64 is to use the third definition of the word DWELL:
3a : to keep the attention directed —used with on or upon [tried not to dwell on my fears]
b : to speak or write insistently —used with on or upon [reporters dwelling on the recent scandal]

This counted out to about 134 words. Granny and the girls may be back another time. I think they need a bit of fleshing out . . . like why the girls are with Granny . . . are they really that meek and obedient?

Hmmmmm will have to dwell on it and see.

Busted!

February 9th, 2013 / Categories: Velvet Verbosity / 3 Comments »

We were young and fresh and full of ourselves. Nothing could change the way we felt about each other or the way we felt about the world.

Nothing.

We did the things we weren’t supposed to do: drive hard and fast; go to parties; drink things we weren’t supposed to drink.

We were 18. It was a hot summer’s night. We only stopped for a minute. In a dark alley. Forgot to turn off the car’s lights. We got caught by the “just doing my job” officer.

Who was my cousin.

Who never told.

But we knew – we’d been busted!

Inventorchris / Car Photos / CC BY-NC

BUSTED is the word for this week’s 100 Word Challenge by Velvet Verbosity. Unfortunately we cannot link up – I think her linky thingy was spammed out of existence. Nevertheless . . . the above is my entry.

And, I’ll never tell, either.
🙂

World Changed

February 2nd, 2013 / Categories: Velvet Verbosity, words / 5 Comments »

October 1962: my sister and I sat with our mother listening to the news. President Kennedy played “ring around an island” blockading Cuba. In the end, Russia dismantled the missiles.

June 1963: President Kennedy stated “. . . our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this small planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.”

November 1963: news of his assassination. The nuns crossed themselves and my classmates and I went to our knees to recite the rosary.

John-John saluted.

Our world’s future changed. We changed – became more mortal.

e-strategyblog.com / Foter.com / CC BY


VV’s 100 Word Challenge was CRISIS. The Cuban Missile Crisis is a vivid memory of mine. I was 12 that October. My mother and father had gone through their own crisis carrying my younger sister and me along with them. We survived that scary time and the larger “we” survived the larger scary time. Life changed. We became.

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