Monday morning at 10 AM we get another prompt from Trifecta. You don’t know who Trifecta is? It is a group that provides two prompts each week, on Monday and Friday for your fiction writing pleasure. The Monday prompt is geared to fall between 33 and 333 words and based on a one word prompt. Using the third definition from the Merriam Webster Online Dictionary you will put together a fiction masterpiece. Along with the other nearly 100 writers taking the plunge you will create an exciting story for others to read.
This week we wanted to do something to mark the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah, and we foolishly thought that would be easy. There are so many amazing Yiddish words that found their way into the English language, and we thought it would be great to highlight one. To find one with a third definition, however, was not so easy. We thought all was lost until we stumbled upon this gem.
Camille stood leaning over her desk, propping herself with one arm as she scanned the design sketches on her desk. Her leather skirt was stretched tightly over her slim hips in the way every man would notice. Today she was not trying to entice anyone. Instead she was sweating a tight deadline. The fall fashions needed to be selected and sent to the manufacturer today.
From his office Carl Handey admired the view; the way her tush was perfectly framed through his office window. He could sit ostensibly looking at his computer screen, but actually watching her every breath. This woman had everything he loved, a sweet smile, blonde hair, killer body and the attitude that she wasn’t God’s gift.
He wanted something to happen with her. Heck at this point he wanted something to happen period. It had been months since he had a date, much less a relationship. But this girl was something more than he had ever dared to dream of dating. He had overcome the ugly duckling stage that plagued him through high school. Now he was a successful part of the company and a more confident man.
“Hey Cam. You look really stressed!” he said when he exited his office.
“Yeah. Making the decision is always a struggle.”
“So just pick whatever you would like to wear,” Carl suggested.
Camille laughed as she shook her head. “If you only knew, I want all of this in my closet.”
“Well, let’s say you and I were going on a date. Pick your top four.”
“A date, huh?” Camille said lifting up two designs and allowing her eyes to look at them with this criteria in mind.
Carl tried to imagine her in each of the designs as she lifted them to consider. There was not one of the designs he could not imagine her making unforgettable.
“I would pick these,” Camille said tapping four panels.
“Ok. Does that mean you would accept my offer?”
“For a date?”