Wednesday, May 02, 2007

3 Word Wednesday XXXIV

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. 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. 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.

Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.

This week's words are:

The first couple of raindrops hit the windshield in big splotches. Then in as much time as it took to put the windows up, it was pouring. The smell of rain filled the air. Such was summertime in the South. It never rained quite so hard and the lightning was never so vivid and intense as it was then.

Kristin and I had been downtown to Riverfest. A single clap of thunder had sent much of the crowd scrambling for cover before the rain hit. I was figuring on dropping her off and then going home. But by the time we got to her place, the storm was on top of us.

"Why don't you come in for awhile and wait out the storm?" she asked.

I thought it a good idea. When we got inside, she pulled back the curtains and opened the windows. Kristin loved to watch the lightning and listen to the rain. It's one thing I remembered about her. One of ten thousand.

We sat in the floor in front of the couch with the lights out. As darkness set in, the storm really was a magnificent thing to see and hear.

We talked for awhile. I have no idea if it was twenty minutes or an hour, then eventually, words receded to thoughts. After a few moments of silence, I assumed Kristin had fallen asleep, and was surprised when she spoke.



"Do you ever think about us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you ever wonder how it would be... if we... were together again?"

Her question stunned me. As much as we still talked and hung out from time to time, there was a line there, somewhere. At least I imagined there was. We had a past, but it was a long time ago. Honestly, half the time, I had no idea what was going on. I tried to play it off.

"You're talking in your sleep, dear."

She didn't say another word.

As she slept, I was wide awake, thinking. Only the distant rumble of thunder could be heard as the storm had passed on thru. She shifted in her sleep, and the familiar feeling of her cold bare feet coming to rest against my leg made me smile. I looked at her face, still occasionally illuminated by the lightning. She looked perfect.

I thought about kissing her. But instead, I took a blanket off the couch and covered her up.

We never came that close again.

"We never thought those days would end. We'd never be the same again. That summer would be the last time we would ever be together..."


  1. am sure glad I'm the first response. I like the idea of 3ww, this way I am actually forced to write instead of just doing nothing!

  2. TC and Kelly convinced me to actually write something instead of just commenting on yours with the words.

    So I did. On my blog for once.


  3. I did mine--with pictures, though wordpress is horrible for them

  4. Hello, newbie here. *grin*

    I've been meaning to play along for quite some time - I took the plunge today.

    Have an excellent day/evening!

  5. hey, mines up.

  6. I'm actually going to do another one in fiction to try to get me into a fiction mood :)

  7. Another newbie here. I like the idea and hope to write more detailed responses in the future. For this first attempt I am going supershort.

  8. it's been weeks since i last played, but i've written a poem today. it's up here!

  9. It looks like I don't have to fill bad about posting mine 3WW on Thursday!

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  11. I watched a dust bunny float across my bare shelves as my empty belly rumbled.

  12. Watch three bare boring boars rumble red rocks.

  13. I’m kind of heartbroken reading this story. Literally, it aches just a bit.

    *sigh* You have a knack with the heartwrenchers, Bone.

    I love the start of this story: I totally feel like I’m there, the rain coming at me before I have enough time to even process what’s about to happen.

    Honestly, half the time, I had no idea what was going on. I laughed so hard at that line… seems to fit the author. ;) It was a good indication of what people really think/feel in situations like that. What you always think you’ve felt versus what you realize you may have just convinced yourself you feel are often very different things, which this alludes to.

    As impatient as I can be – and we all know that’s impatient – your stories are worth the wait. :)

    I never knew I’d wake up some day in a brand new world so far away…

  14. Insomniac: Congrats on being first. Doing nothing is a favorite pasttime of mine :)

    DCChick: Yay! Good to know I have some 3WW lobbyists out there.

    Gay: Thanks for participating. I'll be over in a bit to read.

    HotPink: Oh, I like how you managed to slip that in there amongst all the 3WW entries. Very clever.

    Pia: Two entries, plus pictures? Is this in honor of my upcoming bloggiversary or something? :)

    Write from karen: Welcome to 3WW! You're invited back anytime :)

    ATag: Thanks for playing, Tag. I'll be over to read it shortly.

    Joan: Oh, we love newcomers. Thanks for participating :)

    Alison: Glad to see you're back. Thought you'd forgotten about us :)

    Sage: Nope. That's the main reason I post on Thursday or Friday, so no one else will feel bad.... well, maybe not the main reason.

    Shelby: There's no time limit. Some people post their stories on Thursday or Friday almost every week now O:-)

  15. there's a picture up for you.

  16. good job. That was depressing as F*** but it was good!

  17. Agree with TC, I have been missing your sad but oh so eloquent romance posts

    This was the best

  18. beautiful, poignant story, bone!

    i love watching thunderstorms too.

  19. As usual your writing stops me in my tracks. A True talent.

  20. Very nice. A very smooth, vivid read. I missed this week.

  21. Bone, last week both Pia and I were reminded of A Portrait of Jenny with your writing. I just read a recent review of it in another blog that I thought I'd pass along:

  22. Happy Blogivasary!!!

    The more I read your story the more I would be jealous if anybody but you wrote it because there is truth in every word

    You go places I dare not go with the person I call Noah basically because he reads my blog

    But when I read your story I think, damn, that must be a universal experience

    In our case I think we stopped the longing for each other a long time ago, was left with the flirting, and the need to be part of each others life

    And I will die before I choose to analyze that

  23. Happy Blogaversary!

    The rabbits are doing fine. They're looking forward to running outside again. I just had an idea of putting up the sunshade for will give them a shady place to run around and keep them contained too...they like to try to crawl under the house.

    I liked your story...although I think they should have gotten back together.

  24. You're 4 years here? Holy crap, congrats!!

  25. Question girl: Hmm, sounds like you've seen my apartment :)

    GirlFPS: A tongue-twister.

    Sage: Thanks. And thanks for the link. It was interesting and makes me want to check out the book even more now.

    TC: What you always think you’ve felt versus what you realize you may have just convinced yourself you feel are often very different things

    Yes, and sometimes hard to distinguish between. I figured someone might like the lyric :)

    OK Chick: Cool. Good job on your 5K :)

    ATag: LOL Thanks. Hopefully, it wasn't too depressing.

    Pia: Thank you, Miss Savage. I don't know if everyone has experienced it, but I'm sure a lot of people have.

    And I will die before I choose to analyze that

    That's probably for the best :)

    Alison, Tiffany, Carlos: Thank you all for the nice words.

    Renee: Aww, I hope to be able to have one or two someday.

    I did consider leaving off the last line, to sort of leave things up in the air more.

    Arlene: Yes, that's a long time, I know :) Thanks.

  26. Someone did indeed like the lyrics. :-)

  27. lol - actually, i was commenting on MY OWN apt...

    if i didn't have boobs, and well, other female anatomical parts and decorating skills this COULD be a bachlor pad

    well, that and my dog is a poodle

  28. TC: I figured as much.

    Question girl: Well, I've known men with boobs. But I've never known a man with a poodle. Nor do I think I would want to :)