THE INDISCRETION… Shapeshifting 13 #46
THE INDISCRETION… for Grammar Ghoul Press
The Father stared, “Harlot!” Bloom of cheeks gave them away.
Young Man shrank from his reach and the ferocious bloom raised in anger.
The Mother cried.
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I’ve been wanting to write a story for Suzanne for some time… here it is. Tony asks for exactly 26 words, a story or poem using any form of the word “bloom.” Reminds me a bit of the glorious days of Trifecta, except we get seven words less. Thanks to curator Tony Lovell for the prompt. Shapeshifting 13 #46
“BLOOM”
noun
- : a mass of wrought iron from the forge or puddling furnace
- a bar of iron or steel hammered or rolled from an ingot
- a : flower
b : the flowering state <the roses in bloom>
c : a period of flowering - : a state or time of beauty, freshness, and vigor
verb
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: to produce flowers
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: to change, grow, or develop fully
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The illustration of the Young Lovers is a painting by British Artist Pete Marsh
SPRING PLANTING… Friday Fictioneers
SPRING PLANTING… a drabble for FriFic
The phone rings in a brownstone in Chicago…
“Hi, Ethel, what’s up!”
“Spring!!! That’s what, Cheryl.”
“It’s 36 degrees out, what makes you think it’s Spring?”
“The landlady is planting flowers and she always does that on the first day of Spring. But I don’t like her new planter.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s a porcelain throne, Cheryl!!!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Ethel? What’s a porcelain throne?”
“As if you’ve never hugged the Porcelain Throne, goody-two-shoes. It’s a commode. A loo.”
“For Christ’s sake, Ethel, speak English!”
“It’s a toilet, dammit! In front of my house!!!”
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Ethel and Cheryl have returned to Friday Fictioneers! Rochelle threatened to steal this photo from TedBook’s DAILY PICS, and it looks like she did! To read more stories based on this photo or write one of your own, click on the frog.