So the next one word theme was spinster... A little snippet below or follow the link for the full thing -
Four heads leaned towards each other over a small round table. A conspiracy of drunks, Friday-night triple-distilled drunks, fresh off the sites and out of the offices, shirts ironed and tucked into their jeans, trainers clean, the world at their mercy. They leaned in, forehead to forehead, the moment before the decision was made.
“I bet you I could make any woman in this town fall in love with me.”
Cries of “yeah, right” and “bollocks, mate” in response. The peacock mocked but undeterred.
“No, seriously.” The peacock shuffles his feathers, swigs from his pint. “There's these two girls at work practically fighting over me... my sister's mate who can't leave me alone... your Mum...”
“I bet I could!”
A look circulates the table. The three conspirators understand, wordlessly, what is about to happen. With a silent nod, their spokesman says:
“Alright, Dave. You're on. We name the woman, you get her.”
Thursday, 1 April 2010
An interesting challenge - someone gives you one word as the theme for a short story. Two weeks later, what have you got?
As a teaser, here are the first few lines. If you want to read more go to: http://tinyurl.com/ydu87mm
About three years ago
"Deke. C'm'nd have a look at this."
"What you got?"
"Not sure. Need you to take a look."
They look. On the fizzing screen in front of them, ahead of the Lander, is a strange, bulbous outcrop.
"What's the scale here?"
"Close. Close in. Thing's about five, maybe six inches across."
"Tracked this quadrant before and no record of it. Could have blown in on a wind, 's small enough."
"Haven't probed it yet, but it doesn't look like standard Mars rock. It's kinda shiny. Waxy."
"OK. Approach. Have a dig. See what it is."