By Richard Edenfield
“That is not a word!”
“Yes it is.” She lays down the tiles with a smug look on her face. She does this all the time. She invents words, especially when she’s losing.
“That doesn’t even seem like a word!”
“It is a word. It’s a chemical used in tear gas.” She writes her score down.
We have been working on our trust issues in relationship therapy. I do not want to undo progress. “That is not a Goddamn word!”
She looks at me with big watery eyes, testing me and my commitment. A dictionary is between us like a dare.
That’s the perfect closing sentence.
Thanks.
Awesome story! After reading it, I had to Google the word. Guess I have trust issues.
Yeah, had to make sure of that. I knew everyone who read this would be checking. I even checked, but don’t tell her.
At least I’m not the only one.
Methylbenzylbromide. Who knew? It’s a very good story that makes you take the time to check something out. And it’s like the story continued when I discovered the woman character knew what she was talking about. Very satisfying to have gone to a little trouble and been validated for doing so. Really, this is one of the best stories to appear on the site since I’ve been reading.
That is some compliment. Thank you.
Each word right and each in its right place,
So much revealed in such a short space.
Thank you. I have always trusted the opinions of flowers over people.
This is so good. Nice use of short form.
Thank you.
I like how you combined her watery eyes with the definition of the word! Great story!
Thank you.
Congratulations, Richard! Well-deserved on your win! This is a great story. 🙂
Thank you.