Weekly Wordzzle – the cheese edition
Here I am posting my Wordzzle– early even! I've discovered that once I've used the words in a story it's hard for me to think of using them in a different way – which is why you mostly just get two stories or one big one. That will be the next thing for me to work on. Today's entries are short &, um, sweet?
You should go to Raven's blog to read the other Wordzzle participants. And join in – it can be addictive!
Here are the words for the mini: pepper, island, quintuplets, organic, treaty
I need to make peace with my digestive system. Perhaps a treaty of some kind? I'll avoid the organic pepper from now on, & it will avoid making me feel as though I'm giving birth to quintuplets. Otherwise I might have to move an island. I'm just sayin'.
And here is the 10-word challenge: swiss cheese, operation, frantic, quizzical, control, shallow, wedding, paranoid, orange, marginal
Memory can be a fragile thing. Mine is often like swiss cheese – and I am frantic, looking for milk and brine and mystery to fill those holes. All my efforts are marginal, at best. I can't control what bides or dies in the shallow recesses of my mind. Of course this leaves me feeling paranoid. Why do you insist on shining a light into those cheeseless spaces? After all of these meals of ham & swiss you are surely not surprised that I can't remember whether or not I washed your orange t-shirt (which I did – I just put it in with my shirts by accident), or that I can't quite grasp the operation of the remote control? I remember the important things, like the barn what ain't a barn, and kissing your nose every night, and that quizzical look on your face after our wedding, and that you're the dearest in all the world (in all the world? In all the world…).