“An ‘Elfje’ counts as five sentences.
Line 1 – One word. This word symbolizes a colour or feature. The word symbolizes the atmosphere.
Line 2 – Two words. These are something or someone with this colour or feature.
Line 3 – Three words. Giving more information about the person or the object. You describe where the person or the object is, who the person or what the object is, or what the person or object is doing. This sentence usually starts with the word ‘he’, ‘she’ or ‘it.’
Line 4 – Four words. Here you are writing something about yourself in relation to the person or the object. This sentence is your conclusion.
Line 5 – One word. This word is called the ‘Bomb.’ It is the essence of the poem.”
Thanks to Sarah of WeeJars from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting SaturdayMix (September 16, 2017) with her opposing forces theme and – first and last, and – beginning and end as antithetical statements in our writing. Words that are the anthesis of the other or opposite words.
Allison arrived at the local coffee shop for her morning tea. Her duchshund, Peppy, trotted beside her. His ears stood alert as he waited for his morning treat. The coffee shop was also an independant tea shop. There were black teas, fruit teas, herbal teas, white teas, green teas, and all kinds of delicious tea blends.
When Allison asked the barista for a mango green tea, Trisha sighed. “Sorry, Allison. We’ve had to cut back on teas we serve. We only serve three unique kinds each day. Too much competition with David’s Tea.”
“Okay, what should I try?”
“How about the pineapple, squash, and blueberry fruit tea.”
“Not a fan of that mix, Trisha.”
“How about chocolate and marshmallow with asparagus?”
Allison closed her eyes for a moment. “Any Irish Breakfast tea with a twist of lemon? Or green tea with papaya?”
Trisha shook her head. “No, our tea selections are three exclusive flavors each day.”
Allison rubbed her eyes. “I’ll have a medium latte.”
“You don’t drink lattes,”
“Today I do.”
Trisha bent to give Peppy his treat. While Allison sat down, reading the paper and sipping her latte.
Then she felt as if she was going to throw up, spitting a mouthful of latte into her napkin.
Even the lattes had become exclusive. This one tasted like dirt.
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.
Hungry! Need food. Opening the fridge door I notice the shelves are empty. I sigh agitated, but leave my apartment, renting one of the bicycles nearby. I’ve half of a grocery list on my phone at least.
Walking inside the store I wrench on a cart out and begin shopping for fruit. I mutter to myself checking off the items on my grocery list and adding others.
“Ouch,” I hear, “Nice aim.”
I gaze up from my phone. Crinkled azure eyes, mussed brown hair, and a killer smile greet me. I blush when I notice he’s checking me out, rubbing his injured shin.
He holds out his hand while standing up. “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand. “Sherise. Sorry, about your leg.”
“Oh, I’ll live,” he grins. “Do you want some company? I’ve just got to pay for the milk. Wait here.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want.”
A grin with crinkled eyes. “I want to.”
Five minutes later Ryan is back, pushing the cart. He makes jokes as I fill it with my grocery items. He insists on driving me home, placing my rented bike in the back of his SUV.
I smile now thinking back. That day had been the beginning of us.