As you know 2017 is my year of 52 challenges over 52 weeks.
SO, your challenge if you choose to accept it, is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post and I post them the following week with the new prompt. You have until Sunday to enter.
If I missed anyone this week, I can only apologise, I finished this post at ridiculous o’clock this morning because I was finishing up my edits of 13 Steps to Evil, which has now been sent to beta readers. So, I was more than somewhat delirious collecting the entries!
Cover reveal coming REAL soon…!
This weeks theme:
Now to last week’s entrants:
My brother’s girlfriend visited one day
I was unsure what to say
“Would you like a hot drink?”
Was all I could think
I emitted a loud ‘ACHOOOOO!’
On walking back into view
Her look of surprise
She’d heard the trump I’d done too!
‘Knitting needle in the ear.’
‘Blimey. Aren’t they too old?’
‘Matron says it’s not unusual for fights. Taking someone’s chair, using their stick, having more visitors. Lots of jealousy.’
‘So what caused it this time?’
‘Bridge. He played four spades.’
‘Oh no. Was it the Henderson gambit?’
‘Exactly. A badly timed trump.’
She could feel the pressure building.
The music was loud. Surely letting one go wouldn’t hurt…
They slipped out to the beat of Beyonce’s latest release.
Out it came, loud and proud, as the dj faded the tune out so the Groom, her new husband, could start his speech.
Her hand seemed perfect.
Three Aces, two Kings, two Queens.
It was her turn.
A Queen first (having the king and ace), she grinned.
First round to her.
The King followed.
Round two won.
Then the Ace.
Another grin, wiped off in a flash.
Two of trumps, of which she had none.
A badly timed trump once lived in a stump
Along the wily old woods
He got rather greedy with morals all seedy
And gathered his cronies and hoods
He ran to be chief that horrible thief
Elected? We shouted in fear
Oh, trepidation plagues the whole nation
A travesty lasting for years!
Nellie had packed her trunk and turned her back on the circus. At last she was free. She trundled down the leafy lane with a song in her heart that exploded in a wild trumpety trump, trump, trump…
From the picnic site goggle-eyed children surged. “Look! The runaway elephant!”
Nellie was buggered.
It was a sombre occasion, you could see your breath leave your mouth. The pews all waxed and lillies beautifully bookended the pulpit. A vicar as old as the church itself went up the steps, releasing a loud trump which riccochet off the walls. He sniffed.loudly as the funeral march began.
I missed this awesome entry from the first week, so I am posting it now.
The timer started, a slight mistake, but nothing she hadn’t handled before.
She looked at the wires and the device they were connected to, the next choice crucial.
Sweat started to bead slightly on her forehead, as the red numbers flicked downward.
She selected the wire to cut.
You can do this.
‘Heard about Liberty’s new husband?’
‘Tall, dark and handsome, knowing her.’
‘Overweight, blonde, ugly and rude.’
‘But she’s beautiful, generous and kind!’
‘What’s his trump card?’
‘Perhaps she was lonely and depressed.’
‘So he popped up at the right time?’
‘Badly timed, you mean.’
‘Whoever introduced them?’
‘His Russian friends.’
‘I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.’
He lifted my veil, tears in his eyes. Leaned in, eyes tightly closed.
It had been the perfect day, traditional yet modern. Just as I had dreamed it as a child.
Then it happened; the badly timed trump. How embarrassing!
They sat discussing polls and favorable outcomes. A ruckus from outside the office as an intern barged into the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Have you seen…It’s all over the news!”
They grabbed at the tablet and despaired.
“Grab ‘em by the…how did this get out?”
“Badly timed Mr Trump.”
Each deep in thought of the pending strategy. No time to confer or review. The next move was going to be disastrous. Who would be the one to cause the end? Time to make a move. Groans erupt. Playing card tossed. The badly timed trump for those not making their move sooner.
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