The word for Trifecta this week is:
1: generally used, applied, or accepted
2: vernacular <the vulgar name of a plant>
The prompt gives you between 33 and 333 words. Check out the other links or post your own HERE.
My story is a continuation of the Necessary story, and it takes place the same day as the first time the girls go to the other dimension together. In order of reading, for those of you new/interested, it would be:
Lazy Afternoons (somewhere in the middle there)
Though apart from ‘The Necessary’ and this prompt response, they aren’t really connected together yet.
A question for you all. If I were to turn this into a YA type book – first person or third person? The only reason I started it in the first person was to challenge myself (apart from talkingaboutmyself, I mainly write in the third person) with something different. And ‘lazy afternoons’ was done in the third person, just to see how it would go. I’m not sure which version of things I prefer, so I leave it to a vote!
I saw the world through new eyes. There was no comparison, of course. Everything here was so vulgar and dull with the memory of there so fresh in my mind. It was like I had lived my entire life in black and white, only to discover, Dorothy-like, a Technicolor dreamland. It was intoxicating.
I could barely sit through the rest of my classes, film-reels of memory projected over everything. The chef was red. Like a fire engine, an all-over solid red with stubby sawn-off horns protruding from his forehead. He looked like a demon, but his handlebar moustache had twitched with his smile, as, in a deep southern drawl, he asked me if I preferred white or dark meat. A bright red demonic chef called me darlin’.
The final bell rang and I ran to my locker, too wrapped up in my thoughts to hear the snickers when I had to try my combination twice before I got the door open. I grabbed what I needed, brushing past the gaggle of popular girls, completely indifferent to their mocking laughter.
Joanna was balanced precariously on the railing at the top of the school steps when I emerged. She grinned and hopped down when she saw me, falling into step with her arm linked in mine.
My smile widened in relief – she hadn’t changed her mind.
“HOLY cow, I can’t even – I mean –“ I stumbled over my words. “That was amazing.”
Joanna laughed, head back and mouth wide, throwing herself into the emotion.
“We are going to have so much FUN” she cried gleefully. “I can’t wait to show you more!”
Joanna cut her eyes towards me, grinned, and said, “Tuesdays are meatloaf day in the caf here – I bet we could find a mean slice of pizza there, though.”
That night, I dreamed of Alice in Wonderland. Why, I asked her, would you ever leave?