Sunday, January 1, 2017

Week in Seven Words #321

fawner
Finding something I wrote in all earnestness when I was young, when I so earnestly wanted to please.

putrefaction
Cleaning deep under my desk, I find something that makes me wish I'd cleaned sooner.

racket
Connect Four pieces clattering on the table like a slot machine jackpot.

respiratory
One guy grunts at the weights, another groans at the weights, a third vacuums the carpet, and a fourth gasps on a treadmill.

spillage
They'd like me to be a receptacle for their unpleasant emotions. A sponge that will soak up their excesses.

taboo
The standup routine is raunchier than anything they've watched before, giving them new words to mouth in wonder.

tumble
In every season there's something to make you slip: ice, leaves, a slurry of mud and motor oil, blossoms rotting.