maxchallenge #3
(waffle girl deserves 250 words)
Everyone loves the Waffle Girl.
Listen to Waffle Girl sing. Watch Her dance. See Her give waffle-y goodness to all the people in the neighborhood. Waffle Girl is the talk of this sleepy town.
Men love Her.
Women envy Her.
Waffle Girl is a hot commodity (hotter than buttery waffle batter). Every day Waffle Girl wakes up in the sweet sunshine of Her waffle hut, where She lives alone with Her waffle dog and waffle cat. She sings to Herself some mornings when She brushes Her shimmery waffle hair and dreams of a better life. She has a boyfriend, the doting Michael, who arrives with posies every morning at 9:00 sharp to bestow upon his lovely girlfriend. They hug and have waffle tea while reading the New York Times and telling each other about last night’s dreams. They laugh and laugh and sing and laugh.
As always, the doting Michael begins to grow impatient. He wants Waffle Girl all to himself, uncontrollably jealous of other’s attention. Waffle Girl can have all the waffle wishes of the world if She stays with Michael. But She doesn’t want to sing for him anymore. She doesn’t want to sing for anyone anymore. Waffle Girl lives!
Waffle girl is not amused.
Sometimes Michael storms out and leaves with the waffle dog barking at his heels. Usually the posies are still on the table, but the vase is on the floor. Someone saw Waffle Girl leave last night with a waffle suitcase and her songbook under her arm.
I’m not your waffle girl anymore.