Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Week in Seven Words #358

There's a bundle of blankets on the couch. It takes me a few moments to realize it's a child, staring at the TV through the fog of a cold.

I need to guard against the antsy expectation of the next thing, the unsettling need to keep scrolling down the page or refreshing it.

They're reading young adult novels set in dystopian societies, and I like their analyses of these books - what makes sense to them, what doesn't, and their take on the characterizations. Their thoughts on what they read have become more complex.

He's bought neon orange gravel for the fish bowl. When he cleans it in the sink, it makes a crunchy, rustling noise in the spray of cold water.

I speak to someone who calls himself progressive. To him, being progressive means using certain tortured terminology and immediately shaming people who don't. It's likely the correct terminology will change soon, so he'll have to keep a close eye on developments. Signaling correctness is a key way to avoid ostracism.

Wine-colored leaves shaped like stars, suspended in perfect stillness under a streetlight.

The waiter brings out a slice of cake with a candle stuck to it. It's meant for an adult's birthday, but mostly the kids devour it, after it gets sectioned with a steak knife.


Brian Joseph said...

You hit it on the head with"mortify". Sadly, what you describe is passing for progressive more and more.

Brian Joseph said...

I can actually hear the crunchy fish - gravel noise in my head right now :)

Roderick Robinson said...

Bundled, fidget, genre, gravel, mortify, pattern, sharing. I hear there's a prize for loading them into the shortest single sentence.

Bundled into a plaid pattern kilt, X, rather than fidget, sought to mortify neighbours sharing his space, by pelting them with a superior genre of gravel. Huh, twenty-six words. A ratio of just under 1:3 if we subtract the original seven words. Reckon a terse-speaking New Yorker could do better, don't you?

HKatz said...

@ Brian - Unfortunately, that's one of the problems with many who call themselves progressive.

@ Roderick - Many New Yorkers probably would want to pelt their neighbors with a superior genre of gravel :)