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.
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Sunday, January 1, 2017
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.
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.
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