The desk was a scuffed, sordid blue. I love such things, you know. They’re better at telling you the story of an institution than all those dull, fat conduct books, and they’re more entertaining. For example, right here someone had ably depicted the birth process of star-nosed moles. I sniggered. Considering their knowledge of such ‘niceties’, perhaps it was a future Darwin Medalist. Although… yuck! I reached for a pen.
Twenty two, dolt! Twenty two, not nineteen! I hate giving a lick and a promise! It’s better not to do at all than to do something sloppily.
I was nearly finished coloring the corrected snout when I heard a semi-cough right above me. Yipes! I raised my eyes slowly, and saw the sheen of a badge: ‘Mr. Turdman’. I snickered.
“Follow me, young lady.”
I got up from the desk and dragged myself after the badge wearer’s podge.
Some lanky guy stood near the door and droned like a jammed record: “Please put your cellphones, tablets, and other gadgets into the basket. Please don’t use any electronic devices during the test.”
I shrugged my shoulders and fished my old celly in its scratched maroon sheath out of my pocket. I put it into the plastic basket, right on top of the shiny, posh smartphones. It looked pretty funny, as if a behemoth had decided to join the dance of the little swans.
“Hey, are you dozing off, bimbo? Stop holding up the line!”
His derisive tone brought me back to reality. “I may suck, but you swallow,” I thought reflexively. I stepped into the study amphitheater.
Question 1a. Compose a limerick using the following rhymes: town, nightgown, lock, o’clock.
I scratched my nape and looked helplessly about. Some dweeb with huge glasses to my left seemed like a promising prospect. This dork obviously knows what the hell a limerick is. I whispered, “Psst! You! Hey, you!”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
That IS great!
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Aw, thanks! We really appreciate you reading us! 😀
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I’ve got surprised!! Congratulations!!
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Thanks for reading us, Fabrizio! 🙂
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Colorful. I look forward to the continuation.
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Tati definitely has more planned. 😉
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Brilliant writing, well done…
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Thanks so much reading us! 🙂
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always a pleasure…
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stellar originality! Like!
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On behalf of Tati, I wanna thank you! 😀
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Totally engulfed me on the spot! I cannot wait to read more!
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There’s more to come! 😉
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I enjoy how the fragments and stories end up weaving together!
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Tati will be very happy to know that you picked up on that. They are certainly all interrelated, that’s for sure. I can’t wait to see HOW it all connects up though. Thanks for visiting with us! 🙂
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I can’t wait to see too 😀
(And of course!)
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Great narrative Tetiana, but in answer to the question.
There was a young poet called Lock.
Who slept until one o’clock
He went into town
To buy a nightgown
And came home wearing a frock.
I’ll get my coat 🙂
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Aw, I dunno… I reckon some men would look great in a frock. Eddie Izzard for one… 😛
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Totally agree Tony. The last line was to celebrate the purchase 🙂
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WOW! 😮
May I sit near you next time, Davy?
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It would be my pleasure Tetiana 🙂
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Well done! I was right there, holding my breath to see if the “I” was going to get in trouble and wondering what was up! Great piece/fragment
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Oh, believe me, Rae… she’s gonna be gettin’ into quite a few scrapes! 😉
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Love your characterization!
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It’s spot on, isn’t it? Thanks for visiting, Kecia. 🙂
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