Wow! Thanks for the great big belly laugh this morning Anony-mum! You know….when I tried posting a comment to your “Rolling Post” post, your webpage kept telling me [imagine this in a robotic dialect like that of a Dr. Who Dalek]: “Syntax error…Syntax error…” So instead of waiting patiently to see if the comment would post, I just kept hitting “Submit” [Yes…I do “submit” from time to time! ;)]. Lol! Hilarious!!!
Anyway, I don’t need to further explain the “Rolling Post” concept, since it was already explained by Anony-mum here. Let’s suffice to say (due to my exuberant reaction!!!!! to this post!!!!), I was tagged first. Woohoo!
Nice start to the RP Anony-mum. I hope that I can follow your lead and weave a few interesting lines (3-4 as requested).
[ps. I’m all over that Chocolate Cake girlie!!!!]
The curtains were drawn against the chill of an early winters evening. The only sound to be heard was a sigh as she poured over one of her interminable lists, this being for the coming weekends dinner party.
She was concerned how she would keep them apart after the recent unpleasantness.
It was unthinkable she not invite them both, but in doing the right thing by them, had created a problem for herself.
Drawing a soothing draught of red wine from her glass, she looked up from her list and stared across the room. A distant memory, like the transient flash of ‘his’ handsome smile, spurned her inner turmoil. She had developed feelings for Steven during her initial tenure at the University. Their first encounter seemed almost cliche. A fateful walk across an autumn campus, a stack of books falling upon golden autumn leaves, polite words spoken, lucid eyes meeting hungrily. Butterflies.
What had begun as an innocent friendship between colleagues (for Amy would later be introduced to Steven as a contemporary) later spurned into a brief, but torrid, romantic affair. When the couple resuscitated themselves from their grey moral vortex, they realised that they would make better friends than bed-fellows and had decided to remain in each other’s lives. Now, Amy had the task of playing chancellor and counsellor to her friend, as he struggled for a sense of equilibrium in his failing marriage. Once again, she sensed the butterflies.
Now, I shall turn this over to [random draw from names written on bits of paper….drum roll please…..]…Writer Chick!
Alright Writer Chick, make us proud!
Happy Writing Everyone!