“Well if you really want the truth,” Henry told the bartender, “I think I miss seeing the perfectly folded sheets in the linen closet more than I actually miss Susan.”
This sentence is (I think) referring to a quite specific set of circumstances, but yet I find myself reading it over and over because it reminds of a time and a person that wouldn’t fit this set of circumstances.
What I’m really trying to say is: Keith, that’s one nicely evocative sentence.
Makes me want to rant a bit. I mean really. Are his arms paralyzed? Can he not fold sheets?
I am avoiding putting a smiley on the end of this comment but I realize it probably needs one. Joking…
That’s good. My whole point (well, maybe I have other points) is to write sentences that evoke something.
“Well, if you really want the truth,” Susan told her hairdresser, “I don’t miss a damned thing about him, especially doing all that freaking laundry.”
“Well, if you really want the truth,” Susan’s hairdresser and Henry’s bartender thought, simultaneously, “I couldn’t care less.”
“Well goddamn,” said the Maytag repair guy. “It’s that woman again, buying another washer. Payday!”
“Hmmmmmm,” mused the cocktail waitress at the bar to herself, “I wonder if I should tell him I’d help him fold the sheets any old time.”
“Still, it’s getting kinda ripe in that room now,” Henry said. “Were those sheets somehow supposed to actually come out of the closet at some point, you think?” (truth dawns)
“I’ve had it with laundry!” proclaimed the cocktail waitress, while with a sudden movement dropping the tray on Henry’s lap and producing an ak47 from her bra. “MEN SUCK!” she cackled, shooting holes in the roof.
“My god,” marveled Henry, “who knew anyone could hide an automatic weapon in their undergarments.”
“And the ship
The Black Freighter
runs a flag up its masthead
and a cheer rings the air”
Thoroughly invigorated, I reply with my own 500 word sentence entry.
Evocative though the sentence was, I didn’t realise it would end up involving an assault rifle. Go figure.
It’s a known fact, Boot, that 88.5% of heterosexual men believe that every sentence involving a woman will eventually lead to the woman pulling something out of her bra. But what’s even more of a stunning figure, if you ask me, is that only 1.2% of those same men ever even imagine that it will be an assault rifle.
damn, i liked this one! where did we go?