This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – STRIKE
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Adventures with a Mosquito
This story reflects two of my main Words To Live By, which are, firstly, Every Day is an Adventure, and secondly, I Kill Only Mosquitoes (which, considering that they drink my blood, I feel is almost justifiable).
So, while in the process of clambering into the already running shower, which for reasons of legacy, not choice, is situated over the bath-tub, I see a mosquito on the wall and, due to my somewhat awkward stance, slap* it, somewhat feebly, with my left hand.
Got it, I think triumphantly, then lift my hand and watch said bloodsucker fly, with annoying lack of concern, twice or thrice around my head, before sauntering cheerfully out of the bathroom.
Enraged (or at least a tad miffed) I leap (hirple) from the bath and charge (hirple, hirple) in vengeful pursuit, ignoring the fact that I am (please, Ladysighs, as a lady of class and refinement, avert your eyes and imagination for the next couple of sentences) naked and soaking wet, an unwise combination in an apartment wholly floored with dusty tiles, where I slalom (hirple slidily (I know it’s not, but it’s the best I can do right now)) into my spacious living area, hawklike eyes scanning every nook and cranny (wondering all the while how many nooks and crannies a small room can contain) and come to the saddest realisation of my life, viz. that this is not very smart.
Although my French windows are wide open onto my waist-high glass-walled balcony I am not overly concerned about the prospect of being seen in my current state by anyone with twenty-twenty vision, industrial-strength field glasses and a powerful imagination or excellent memory – they have the option to scream, laugh, or close their eyes – but the prospect of my feet wheeching away from under me is not an attractive one.
As I hirple (hirple), defeated and deflated, back to the shower, I understand that I have become that which we all fear most, grown-up, and I wonder mournfully if my life’s daily adventures are now over.
PS (so not part of the sentence count) It’s okay, Frank, no bloody mosquitoes were splatted in the creation of this anecdote.
PPS (so still not part of the sentence count) I forgot to tell the lovely Ladysighs when she could unavert her eyes, but I guess it probably doesn’t matter as she almost certainly gave up on this twaddle a while back and just went off to read Doug or Jenne or even, in mild desperation, Clark. Ah well…
* I had planned to use the PROMPT WORD: STRIKE here, but it clearly would have been a misuse, or indeed abuse, of the word as it in no way relates to my woeful attempt at pulverising my foe. So, if its inclusion in this pathetic addendum is not enough to satisfy the rules, then I’ll stick next week’s PROMPT WORD in twice.