This week’s word prompts at the Shapeshifting 13 Writing Challenge are olive and mirror. Check out Grammar Ghoul Press & see what else is cookin’!
She’d been waiting for two hours and four dirty martinis.
Forget the cocktail spear; Lizette fished the olive out with her fingers.
She was skillfully extracting its pimiento when their eyes met in the reflection of the back-bar mirror.
She held his gaze:
teasing, taunting,
and watching him regret
Making
Her
Wait.
I’d named her Silver.
Tricked-out.
Souped-up.
Bitchin’ cha-cha, yo?
Shoulda seen our last race:
Rear tires burnin’ rubber—
(I can still smell it.)
Screechin’ like unholy hell
ol’ Nurse Nasty was.
Said eight mile an’ hour
too damn fast
for a wheelchair.
http://pitt.edu/~yaa21/wheelchair.jpg
The terror in my eyes
met the rage in his
and then we knew.
Just knew.
So, together we ran
From the shattering,
the gunfire,
the abject hatred and horror.
That is how I met your zayde
and fell in love.
Ergo, the Ogre 