tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849809240340884036.post2522396962756634780..comments2024-02-18T15:33:14.203+00:00Comments on Cafe Aphra: An Online Community for Writers: Flash yourself unstuckAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211549312672749091noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849809240340884036.post-72157024037893811422013-11-10T11:51:19.249+00:002013-11-10T11:51:19.249+00:00Oh I loved this piece! Very funny. I think the way...Oh I loved this piece! Very funny. I think the way the husband speaks really works in terms of conjuring up an image for the reader, what sort of clothes he might wear and his accent, mannerisms. I can almost hear him. For me he has a greying beard and small circular spectacles, sitting by the wooden kitchen table. Thanks so much for sharing this with us, mrsslim! great stuff.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905684971886048409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849809240340884036.post-69053682501883359252013-11-10T11:44:21.834+00:002013-11-10T11:44:21.834+00:00“Hi honey, how’s it going?”
“What?”
“How’s it goin...“Hi honey, how’s it going?”<br />“What?”<br />“How’s it going? You havin a nice day?”<br />“You callin me at work to ask if I’m havin a nice day?”<br />“Yeah, sure I am.” <br />“Okay, what happened?”<br />“Whaddya mean?”<br />“What did you do?” <br />“Hey, can’t a man even call his own wife to ask how she’s doin without being accused of-”<br />“Ah come on, I ain’t got time for this.”<br />“Well.... yo, there is one thing, yeah.”<br />“Hm-mmmmh?”<br />“You know that dumb ass traffic light on 42nd and Haight?”<br />“Oh no.”<br />“It wasn’t my fault, yo-”<br />“No.”<br />“The guy just came barrelling along without even looking-“<br />“You crashed the car?”<br />“No, well yeah, technically, but the point is-”<br />“You crashed my goddamn car!” <br />“Well, I had an accident, yeah.”<br />“You asshole!”<br />“Honey!”<br />“Oh my God, I don’t believe it...”<br />“Gee, thanks for askin if I’m alright, sweetheart! I’m so glad to see your concern.”<br />“Obviously you’re alright jackass! Or you wouldn’t be callin me.”<br />“Hey, that’s enough with the name-calling, yo!” <br />...<br />“Don’tcha think you’re overreacting here? Just a little?” <br />“Oh you have no idea...”<br />“I mean the car has insurance, right, so all we need to do is the paperwork. Like I said, it wasn’t my fault, so we should get everything back. No big deal.”<br />...<br />“Portcha? You there?”<br />“Hm-mmh. I’m here.” <br />“So I was sayin, the car’s insured, yeah, so-”<br />“The car ain’t insured.”<br />“What?”<br />“What I just said.”<br />“But, so... waitaminute! Whaddya do with the money for insuring the car?”<br />“Took me and my girlfriends to the spa-salon.”<br />“The spa-salon?”<br />“Yep. On Madison Avenue.” <br />“Are you shittin me?”<br />“What do you think?”<br />“Ah, shit.”<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905684971886048409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849809240340884036.post-73816636479489246502013-11-10T11:40:29.217+00:002013-11-10T11:40:29.217+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04905684971886048409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849809240340884036.post-75615706914583512522013-11-10T09:53:16.921+00:002013-11-10T09:53:16.921+00:00This little scenario developed, thanks for the ins...This little scenario developed, thanks for the inspiration I really was struggling to take 5 min to write<br />“Oh, hello there, you Egyptian Goddess, my Nefertiti, from what Ellyssian fields have you voyaged to make my life complete.”<br />“Started early today, I see.”<br />“Just a drop of the amber nectar to take the sharpness of the day’s events,”<br />“Any excuse, I guess”<br />“Would my ebullient Queen, care to join me in a tiny snifter before she initiates tonight’s culinary delights”<br />“No she certainly wouldn’t, your Queen has a report to write tonight before she puts her feet up in front of the telly. Hey, save some for me won’t you?”<br />“Umm, you remember I had to take your car in for it’s MOT, this morning?”<br />“Of course I remember, senility hasn’t quite set in yet. How did it go? What’s the damage?”<br />“Ah, damage,….. I think you’ve used a portentous turn of phrase there?”<br />“Robert, what are you talking about? Is that the first bottle of the day or is there one in the bin, already?”<br />“I am devastated that you have such a low opinion of one who lives merely to fulfil your every whim.”<br />“My whim would be to have a straight conversation, for once, with a sober husband.”<br />“Straight to the point, my Gestapo commander.<br />I crashed your car on the way to the test place. But don’t worry, I am completely undented from head to foot.”<br />“Oh, the car…is it …undented too?”<br />“Sadly it has taken its last journey. May it find its peace in the great scrapyard”<br />“ My car … has gone….. You crashed my car, wrote it off?….”<br />“You’ve had a shock, my Morticia, take the weight off and partake of the water of life with me.”<br />“Yes OK I think I will. You see emm I think we have something else we need to discuss, my Gomez…”<br />mrsslimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508607293695542492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849809240340884036.post-18091688042350573662013-11-08T00:08:01.640+00:002013-11-08T00:08:01.640+00:00"I immediately felt motivated to start writin..."I immediately felt motivated to start writing..." Way to go, Sara - that's what's it all about and that sense of bite and motivation and enjoyment is the real reason that we all pick up our pens. I can't wait to hear your story when you're ready to share. In the meantime, keep writing. MSt-ershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04828111972578126420noreply@blogger.com