Wow.Apologies to all three of the folks who read this blog for yesterday's pity party (1). Fortunately, today we'll be doing something completely different.
The singing sensation (2) over at Berg with Fries posted a writing prompt yesterday and I decided to take advantage.
The singing sensation (2) over at Berg with Fries posted a writing prompt yesterday and I decided to take advantage.
Here's the prompt:
Edith Tidwell and Caleb Francis meet when a mutual acquaintance introduces them to each other. One of them is a chemist.
Pencils ready...and begin:
Edith Tidwell had always been awkward.
Her mother continually hoped that Edith’s peculiar behaviors and mannerisms might one day soften into something resembling a collection of charming eccentricities. But quite to the contrary, Edith seemed to prefer the solitude her odd comportment afforded her.
When sitting at a dinner, Edith would rearrange her place setting so that it would be the mirror image of the setting to her right. If someone moved a dessert fork or replaced a wine glass, Edith would adjust her own accordingly.
When reading a book, Edith would keep an open notebook by her side which she would fill with copious notes about the text. The books would later be bound together with thick burgundy ribbon and shelved in Edith’s library.
When meeting someone Edith would stare at the individual very hard, trying to determine what historical figure he or she resembled. It was this stare that was causing Caleb Francis to become increasingly uncomfortable.
“Edith,” her mother said, “this is Caleb Francis. Mr. Francis is going to be teaching chemistry at the University.”
Edith continued to stare, the pause in conversation stretching out for what seemed like hours.
“John Donne,” Edith said finally.
Pencils down.
1. Truly. All I needed was Vonda Shepard singing in the background and it would have been an episode of Ally McBeal. Though I am considering adopting a theme song to spice things up a bit.
2. The whisk. Very Lady GaGa.
Edith Tidwell and Caleb Francis meet when a mutual acquaintance introduces them to each other. One of them is a chemist.
Pencils ready...and begin:
Edith Tidwell had always been awkward.
Her mother continually hoped that Edith’s peculiar behaviors and mannerisms might one day soften into something resembling a collection of charming eccentricities. But quite to the contrary, Edith seemed to prefer the solitude her odd comportment afforded her.
When sitting at a dinner, Edith would rearrange her place setting so that it would be the mirror image of the setting to her right. If someone moved a dessert fork or replaced a wine glass, Edith would adjust her own accordingly.
When reading a book, Edith would keep an open notebook by her side which she would fill with copious notes about the text. The books would later be bound together with thick burgundy ribbon and shelved in Edith’s library.
When meeting someone Edith would stare at the individual very hard, trying to determine what historical figure he or she resembled. It was this stare that was causing Caleb Francis to become increasingly uncomfortable.
“Edith,” her mother said, “this is Caleb Francis. Mr. Francis is going to be teaching chemistry at the University.”
Edith continued to stare, the pause in conversation stretching out for what seemed like hours.
“John Donne,” Edith said finally.
Pencils down.
1. Truly. All I needed was Vonda Shepard singing in the background and it would have been an episode of Ally McBeal. Though I am considering adopting a theme song to spice things up a bit.
2. The whisk. Very Lady GaGa.
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