Friday, October 21, 2011

Twu Woemance

Max blew a deep, warm breath into a cupped hand and buffed the marble against his flannel shirt. This was his most prized possession, a gift passed down from Grandpa Wilson. It wasn’t really a marble at all, just a perfectly round stone embedded with tiny crystals and multi-colored swirls of turquoise and corral. Grandmother said it held magical powers.  
Max found Cecelia under their favorite tree, where he’d carved their initials inside a heart last week.
“I have something for you,” he whispered, placing his hand in hers.
She opened her palm. “Oh great, a freakin’ rock. How woemantic.”

11 comments:

  1. People have just gotta learn to receive better! I could feel her disdain, though. Nicely done, Russell.

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  2. Aawww, if she couldn't see the awesome in that gift, she's not the right girl anyway. I felt sorry for him, but it still made me laugh.

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  3. Oh nooo... that's not very nice. He should take it back.

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  4. How sweet. :) The rock sounds really lovely. I don't see how Cecelia couldn't have liked it! Dismayed as she may be.

    (Funny, you and I had character with the same names this week! Only I spelled mine "Cecilia". :D)

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  5. Baaahhaahaa!! I wuved it!! I do feel sorry for Max though, but Cecelia's response was surprising - and funny. I actually felt her disappointment -
    and now I feel Max's... Very nice story.

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  6. Russel,

    Here's the best compliment I know of for any writer. You made me laugh!

    Very, very nice. Thanks.

    Doug

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  7. hehehehehehehe! This story gave me the gigglesnorts. What fun!

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  8. Max! Take it back! Fun, wuv, Robin

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