nanowrimo forums word prompt - ineffable
"I...n...e...f...i...b...a...l?"
Sarah's voice is ridiculously loud in the silence of the tiny office, and I can hear Emily anxiously warning her that she's going to have to talk quieter. Personally, I don't think it's going to matter, but if it makes the lady feel better, power to her. If spelling lessons keep the kid from freaking out, too, it's not the strangest thing I've experienced today.
Across the room, I can see Benny trying to look like he's not checking me out where I'm sitting on top of the desk. I wish he'd just get on with it, you know? Any jock that can string to sentences together without sounding like a moron is totally my type. The situation is probably making him feel like an idiot, though.
Plus, I don't think Emily wants her daughter to see two guys making out on a desk, even if we all might die in the next ten minutes.
"Say it again, mommy; I think you're saying it funny." Sarah's stage whispering now, which isn't much better than before, but it placates her mother.
"Ineffable," says Emily, and her voice wavers a little. It's probably ironic that she picked that particular word, right? I mean, it's pretty fitting for our situation; it's nearly impossible to describe what's going on around here in words, or to even think about it. Thankfully, we don't have to do much thinking, do we? That's for the people on the outside, the people who are probably sitting on a nice, cushy couch somewhere making abstract decisions while I stab shit in the face.
All we have to do is survive this mess.
"I...n...e...f...f? Uhm...a...b...l...e." Exactly.
Time: 14min
Word Count: 292
Sarah's voice is ridiculously loud in the silence of the tiny office, and I can hear Emily anxiously warning her that she's going to have to talk quieter. Personally, I don't think it's going to matter, but if it makes the lady feel better, power to her. If spelling lessons keep the kid from freaking out, too, it's not the strangest thing I've experienced today.
Across the room, I can see Benny trying to look like he's not checking me out where I'm sitting on top of the desk. I wish he'd just get on with it, you know? Any jock that can string to sentences together without sounding like a moron is totally my type. The situation is probably making him feel like an idiot, though.
Plus, I don't think Emily wants her daughter to see two guys making out on a desk, even if we all might die in the next ten minutes.
"Say it again, mommy; I think you're saying it funny." Sarah's stage whispering now, which isn't much better than before, but it placates her mother.
"Ineffable," says Emily, and her voice wavers a little. It's probably ironic that she picked that particular word, right? I mean, it's pretty fitting for our situation; it's nearly impossible to describe what's going on around here in words, or to even think about it. Thankfully, we don't have to do much thinking, do we? That's for the people on the outside, the people who are probably sitting on a nice, cushy couch somewhere making abstract decisions while I stab shit in the face.
All we have to do is survive this mess.
"I...n...e...f...f? Uhm...a...b...l...e." Exactly.
Time: 14min
Word Count: 292