I’m not quite happy with the last lines but at least I got bereaved in finally …
Weeks of heavy rain had caused the river to overflow. Spring flowers, colorful and lush, rather than the expected flat rocks lined its banks.
Illya adjusted the makeshift splint supporting his partner’s leg. “I’ll have to carry you,” he said expressionlessly, waving a hand toward the muddy currents.
“I’m not too impaired to wade across,” Napoleon countered, less than optimistic. Their topographical map showed the water here should be knee deep. Right now, it might reach his armpits.
“The secretarial pool would be bereaved if you slipped and drowned.”
Loved DancingPony’s effort and Spikesgirl 58’s an unusual word list… but fun!
“I didn’t realize Mrs. Waverly knew such colorful words!” “Sometimes emotions simply overflow when you’re angry or bereaved.” “An impaired driver was involved?” “Yes. We call such a person a ‘lush.’” “Ha! We have those in Russia also. So, this drunk created a makeshift lane to pass through the property?” “Yes.” “Why was she angry - or bereaved?” “The ‘lane’ ran through her prize roses.” “Ah! And what are we supposed to do about it?” “She wanted the violator shot, but we can’t do that.” “Hardly.” “Let’s just help her clean up the mess.” “Shooting might be satisfying, in a way…”
Here's mine. After my question about 'lush', the story went in a completely different direction and took a similar theme to Spike's.
The colorful flowers and lush grass contrasted markedly with the somber clothing of the bereaved family and friends. So many had turned out to pay their respects, that the mourners overflowed onto the adjacent graves. A makeshift pulpit had been erected for the Priest, so that he could be seen.
Two men stood on the perimeter of the cemetery. Their view of the proceedings was more than a little impaired. However, they were not there to mourn.
"Do we have to take him now?" the younger man asked.
"Yes. Come on." His older companion started to walk towards the mourners.
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Thanks! Absolutely a trap to catch a THRUSH. I'd never kill off the boys.
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Weeks of heavy rain had caused the river to overflow. Spring flowers, colorful and lush, rather than the expected flat rocks lined its banks.
Illya adjusted the makeshift splint supporting his partner’s leg. “I’ll have to carry you,” he said expressionlessly, waving a hand toward the muddy currents.
“I’m not too impaired to wade across,” Napoleon countered, less than optimistic. Their topographical map showed the water here should be knee deep. Right now, it might reach his armpits.
“The secretarial pool would be bereaved if you slipped and drowned.”
“Then I won’t,” Napoleon huffed.
“No, you won’t on my watch.”
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Illya certainly couldn't let Napoleon slip & drown.
Nicely done.
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Good for you, Illya. There are times when you just need to take control.
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A very good use of words, Spike. Well done.
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Thanks so very much! :DD
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“I didn’t realize Mrs. Waverly knew such colorful words!”
“Sometimes emotions simply overflow when you’re angry or bereaved.”
“An impaired driver was involved?”
“Yes. We call such a person a ‘lush.’”
“Ha! We have those in Russia also. So, this drunk created a makeshift lane to pass through the property?”
“Yes.”
“Why was she angry - or bereaved?”
“The ‘lane’ ran through her prize roses.”
“Ah! And what are we supposed to do about it?”
“She wanted the violator shot, but we can’t do that.”
“Hardly.”
“Let’s just help her clean up the mess.”
“Shooting might be satisfying, in a way…”
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You have used the words well and some nice little mis-leads. And it made me laugh.
I'm with Illya; shooting might be satisfying . . .
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The colorful flowers and lush grass contrasted markedly with the somber clothing of the bereaved family and friends. So many had turned out to pay their respects, that the mourners overflowed onto the adjacent graves. A makeshift pulpit had been erected for the Priest, so that he could be seen.
Two men stood on the perimeter of the cemetery. Their view of the proceedings was more than a little impaired. However, they were not there to mourn.
"Do we have to take him now?" the younger man asked.
"Yes. Come on." His older companion started to walk towards the mourners.
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Thank you for reading.
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Excellent and I like how you left the fandom open to us to decide upon - good job (as always!)!!
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