Monday, February 8, 2016

Week in Seven Words #277

accumulation
Ten open jars are spread out on her table, including two for peanut butter and one for pickles. A newspaper lies folded in half in front of her chair, next to a crusty fork and a lid that doesn't fit any of the jars.

beaming
The waiter is one of the most charismatic people we've ever met. When he glides up to our table, we kind of forget about the food. Radiant with warmth and good humor, he grins, tells jokes, offers vivid descriptions of dessert. We would pay him to eat with us.

cyclic
The boy hits replay again on Abbott & Costello's "Who's on First" routine.

echolocation
We're lost in a white hallway with a white-and-black checkered floor. "I'm here," says his disembodied voice, its path distorted by sharp turns and the high ceiling over the corkscrew stairs.

imploringly
She refuses only because she likes to hear us plead with her.

patzer
The dog slips between me and the chess board, her tail sweeping pieces off as she stares at me with a solemn expression.

relinquishing
The house belongs now to someone else. The tree she planted may be ripped out or cut down. Few people remember the work she put into that yard.