Monday, April 13, 2009

MySixWriMo Day 13


Welcome back to the work week, everyone. We had a great, but busy Easter here. It’s so nice to see family and (over)indulge in the feasting, but I’m ready to get back to work.

From Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides:

For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem (six) that incorporates a hobby (either yours or someone else's). That's right: Now is the perfect opportunity to write about your comic collection or your scrapbooking activities. And for the purposes of this challenge, I also think activities such as fishing, running, bowling, photography, birding, and gardening count as hobbies.

And the prompt from The Writer’s Book of Matches (Writer’s Digest Books):

A nosy man eavesdrops on his co-workers and immediately regrets what he hears.


Greta said...

I'll call this the skeleton of a decent flash. I used up all my sentences before I finished.

Word of Mouth

Hidden behind the dusty ferns between the booths, Bob felt a little like Polonius behind the arras.

“You’ll never believe what Marta told me this morning,” said Andrea, the redheaded warden of all office gossip.

Bob’s heart leapt at the sound of Marta’s name; he’d adored Marta since her first day at TechSmart two years ago and had just this morning started his campaign to secure her affections.

“That creepy Bob put cookies on her desk this morning,” Andrea continued and Bob felt his heart drop like a stone.

“Oh my God, what did she do?” asked Janice, the bitchy blonde with the gravelly voice.

“She threw them out, of course. He could have poisoned them!”

Stephen said...

Nice take on the Word of Mouth, Greta. I opted for the hobby angle. Or maybe not...

Focusing on the Future

If anyone were to ask, Robert planned to pull out his photo journal, point to the empty box next to the title Archilochus Colubris and say, see, here it is, the Ruby-throated Hummingbird, and she’s the only one I need to complete my full portrait.

He snapped on the 80-400mm zoom lens—the one he purchased using his annual bonus—and set up the tripod, hoping the extra dough he’d paid for the exact location of this spot was worth it. Monica had already given him hell for spending almost two grand on a “stupid” camera lens, money they could have used to fix the bathroom plumbing. So if the five hundred he gave for the information amounted to nothing more than a day out in the woods, there would be some serious explaining to do back home; it wasn’t like he needed spend anything else for his silly hobby.

He found his target, focused in, and then let the Nikon do the rest of the work: Snick, Snick, Snick, Snick.

Afterwards, Robert packed away his gear with a smile, knowing his shots of “America’s Sweetheart”, doing the dirty with a man who wasn’t her husband, had to be worth at least five Gs—maybe more—and had just catapulted his so-called hobby into a lucrative business.

Greta said...

Love it, Stephen! Tight and complete.

Jane Banning said...

I coming late to the party, as the parlance goes. And I'm behind on my 'work'!
This one is based on the "so we decided to" prompt:

Go Figure
So we decided to get married after we’d been dating for only 6 weeks. There was a barefoot proposal followed by the everyone-grinning-too-widely meeting with the prospective mothers-in-law. Ten months later, we held a house wedding in the early spring, red tulips in clay pots. It was informal and ridiculous, given our short, t-shirt-style courtship. We had a sleeping-bag honeymoon, a no-name-change philosophy, and a slow settling into the startling words ‘husband’ and ‘wife’. All in all, it hadn’t a chance, but shoot, 20 years has been as easy and right as an old pair of corduroys.

Greta said...

I like this, Jane. It's so casual, but the last line says it all. Nice one. I'm betting I'll see a tinkered version of this later in the week :)