Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.
This week's words are:
Paul awakened to the sound of his girlfriend's voice and a not so gentle nudge in the back.
"Get out of bed! We're gonna be late."
"Stop kicking me," he said, irritated and sleepy. Then he pulled the covers completely over his head, hoping it would go away.
"You promised me we'd go to the bridal fair today."
It's so easy to say yes to things that are a month or more away, never thinking about the consequences of one's words.
"It doesn't start until Noon."
"I want to be there early."
He started to ask why, then realized it didn't matter. He uncovered his head and saw Holly, already dressed and made up, busily scurrying about the room. She tossed some clothes on the bed.
"Here, wear these." Usually, he secretly liked it when she picked out what he would wear. But not this time.
"Why can't I wear jeans?" Paul pleaded.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. If I'm going, I'm wearing jeans."
"Fine!" Although she didn't throw her arms up in frustration, that was her tone as she left the room. Paul was secretly pleased at his minor triumph.
After he showered, he sat on the bed and began to put on his socks, just as Holly returned.
"You are not wearing those!" she proclaimed, emphasis on not.
"Because of this!" She snatched the sock from Paul's grasp, and pointed to a rather large hole in the heel.
"So? No one's gonna see them. It's not like I'm trying on tuxes today... am I?"
"No! Unfortunately, that doesn't happen until after I get a ring."
Zing, he thought to himself.
Searching thru the drawer, he found a pair with a good heel and only a couple of small holes in the toes. His phone went off. A text message.
"Who's that?" Holly asked from across the room, before he could even check to see.
"Umm... it's Lisa." Lisa was Paul's secretary. And it just so happens that before they worked together, they had dated for a couple of months. Many years ago in a land far, far away. Still, it was a fact that wasn't lost on Holly.
"Oh what a surprise."
"You are the sarcasm queen, baby."
As Paul dressed, he pictured himself and hundreds of other boyfriends/fiances being led around like drones for six hours at the bridal fair.
As he picked up his belt, he wondered for a split second if one really could fashion a belt into a noose.
"Somebody told me, boy, everything she wants is everything she sees..."