The table was set up in the front window, where Grandma could watch the happenings on the street, and discuss them with her. Wendy giggled. She loved to have afternoon tea with Grandma.
“Just come on in and sit down when you get here, dear,” Grandma had said. “I might be busy in the kitchen, but I’ll be with you right away.”
Wendy loved that, too. She could sit on her cushion, which made her taller than Grandma now, and pretend to be the hostess. She admired the flowers, candles, fruit, napkins, plates—oh, look, even the silver salt and pepper—while she waited.
Eventually, Wendy grew tired of waiting, and wandered out to the kitchen to see what Grandma was doing. But Grandma wasn’t in the kitchen. She wasn’t in the pantry. She wasn’t even in the back yard, getting more flowers.
Then Wendy heard a moaning noise upstairs...
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150 words
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Now into her second year with Book Blurb Friday, Lisa Ricard Claro of Writing in the Buff posts a photo every week (this one by Kathy Matthews of Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy). Then Lisa invites writer-bloggers to think of the photo as the cover of a book, think of a plot and characters for the book, and write 150 words or less as a "blurb" to encourage book-browsers to become book-buyers.
See how other bloggers turned Kathy's photo into a book, by clicking
8 comments:
Hi Kay ... wow, this is a very intriguing blurb...what in the world is Grandma doing upstairs anyway? Love it!
Kathy M.
Love it, Kay.You always write interesting pieces :-)
p.s. I love the tea setting. I'm going for tea and crumpets and with a group of women in a week or so.
Wow, a great set up! Love the quietness, the build up and then the trouble or question begins!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for getting rid of that awful word verification thing!
Your blurb starts out so friendly and then you twist it at the end with poor Grandma ostensibly in trouble upstairs. Perhaps her granddaughter has a chance to be a heroine. Wish I could read it to find out!
I was all ready for Ann of Green Gables, and now I'm not so sure! Mystery? Tragedy? I hope it has a happy ending...
Let's hope that Grandma is upstairs, moaning with pleasure from a hot bath. :)
Good job!
Wow, you really got me with that moaning grandma in the midst of a Normal Rockwell backdrop! No way could I refuse to read that one! While I wait for you to write it, I will just hope that Grandma was upstairs with Juan Carlos, the elderly-but-hunky gardener! ;)
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