This is written for #MondayMixer. The words this week are as follows:
Things: 1) lanyard 2) drachma 3) shrike
Adjectives: 1) phlegmatic 2) commensurate 3) discordant
I have used all 9, an attempt to get the overachiever award and show my husband up. Yes... we have that kind of relationship. But he loves me anyway. (And I him.)
The Caged Bird Does Not Sing
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
Clark held his badge over the sensor, his usual phlegmatic demeanor
replaced by an impatience that threatened to break the door, if it didn’t open.
Hearing the beep, he dropped his lanyard against his chest and stepped onto the
elevator. He always felt as though he were descending into an oubliette.
The elevator music, something from a cabaret, served to
worsen his mood. The discordant tones were more grating than a flock of shrike,
all chirping at once. When the doors opened he rushed out and into the
amphitheater that was his work area.
She was in the corner, his Drachma, his love. Somehow she’d
broken her restraints. Her ears were
covered to drown out the shrieking of the alarms and she stared at him with
hatred. Clark reached for his whip. Her beauty was commensurate with that of a
Queen, why wouldn’t she let him worship her as such?
Word Count: 150
Totally love this story. Really good.
ReplyDeleteOh, wow!! You'd totally get my vote for OA!! Great details to this mysterious story and I definitely want to know more!! ;)
ReplyDeleteLove how you used Drachma as a woman's name, feels right.
ReplyDeleteGreat story Lisa!
ReplyDeleteWho'd have thought those nine little words could be twisted into such a good tale? And what's even more amazing is that we've all written such different stories with the 141 words remaining!
Great use of the words, and all coherent! A very interesting, if not creepy tale...
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