Wednesday, March 14, 2007

3 Word Wednesday

*** Edit to add: I don't know what is going on with BLOOGER, but every time I have posted today, it automatically marks my post as "no comments". Sorry about that guys, I just realized that Blooger had struck again. Comments are open. And yes, I meant to type BLOOGER. ;) ***

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I have seen this a few times around the blogosphere, and thought I would give it a try... Man, is my Wednesday chock full of meme's or what? Quoted from the site:

Three Word Wednesday

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will.

This week's words are:

And away we go!

I was feeling a little hoarse after tonight's little adventure. Who would have thought that finding Hope would have been so trying on my body and spirits. That thought occurred to me tonight as I sat at the bar, and I laughed to myself. Finding hope, something I had been trying to do for years... And yet even now, Hope eluded me.

Sitting on the worn tan bar stool, with it's frayed and broken vinyl poking me in the lower back, I realized that at first glance this dump was straight out of the 70's. Judging from the shape this place was in, including the worn down bar with its dirty and smudged brass rail, and the mirrored panels behind the bar- I was right.

As I bended to reposition my catch-all messenger's bag, I noticed a match book poking out from under a loose edge of the bar, and even in the dim light I could see it had something scrawled on it. Eyeballing me suspiciously, the bartender slammed down my Rum and Coke on the greasy bar in front of me.

"Five fifty," he practically growled at me. Pulling a twenty out of my back pocket, I realized I stuck out worse than a Trekkie at a Hell's Angel convention.

Surveying the room, I cleared my throat and thanked him, avoiding eye contact. all eyes were on me, I was sure of it. Even from the darkest corners of the room, I could feel them watching me.

Hope, where are you- I wondered to myself... I don't know how much longer I'm going to survive in this joint.

I slowly fingered the match book as I leaned over the filth of the bar, pretending to desperately need another cocktail napkin. Just as my breasts concealed my hand I pulled it free and palmed on my right thigh.

I didn't want to risk reading it here and drawing more attention to myself. On the other hand I certainly didn't want to risk going into what they probably referred to as a bathroom, I could only imagine the filth I would find there. I also didn't want to miss my chance to get a glimpse of this Hope person. I had so many questions that needed to be answered, and I knew that I had to befriend her somehow.

This was the only place downtown she was known to haunt, though not on any regular basis I had heard. I just hoped that tonight was the night because at that point I didn't know how much longer she had to live.

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Traveling Chica said...

Pulling a twenty out of my back pocket, I realized I stuck out worse than a Trekkie at a Hell's Angel convention.

Haha! I loved this line!

Karmyn said...

Very cleverly written - I could read more.

scribbit said...

hey, it's doing okay for now, I'm number three! Husband's out of town and here I am blogging late into the night with James Bond for company. :)

crse said...

HA! This inspires me in ways i dont have the energy to back up. Brilliant madam mert!

Heather said...

Well done! I'd actually like to hear the rest of the story. I did try to comment yesterday and thought maybe you really didn't want to know what we thought. :o)

maggie said...

I think I flew over your house yesterday.

Anonymous said...

hey that was great!!! I wanted to read more! thanks for the comment.

Renee said...

nice story! Thanks for stopping by and commenting on mine. I felt the food wearing was appropriate for the young boys at the game. hee hee