I keep meaning to write and post the Friday Fictioneers story on Wednesday, but the last few weeks have been crazy busy here. I work in international admissions at Gannon University and we have new students coming in for the October session. Next week should calm down a bit, relatively speaking.
“Describe this picture!”
This was the final round of Eluci-Date, the show where two contestants competed for a date with a lexicographer by creatively describing pictures. It had been called Meta-For-a-Date until it was bought by thesaurus.com.
My mind froze like a naked Floridian in Greenland.
Sunny. Stripey.
My opponent Lewis looked smug.
3…2…1…
“Angelic safecracker!” I bellowed.
Kristina, the lexicographer, gazed at the picture. “Lewis?”
No! She wanted a comparison.
“Smeared titanium white on the palette of creation,” Lewis said, smirking. “With a #6 fan brush.”
Kristina frowned, then grinned at me. “Why would an angel become a safecracker?”
What do you see in the picture? Let me know.
The Green-Walled Tower 