Corey has presented the Toads, and visitors to the garden, with a list of words—not just any words, but names of alcoholic beverages. Some of them even I can recognize, but some I am seeing for the first time.
Nevertheless, I thought I could use them for something because Corey didn't limit us to poems. No sonnets specified... he said we could writing anything we want, even an ad for the top of a cereal box, if we like.
I have created a short short story in the old mode, with an unnamed hero, his young sidekick Juan, Juan's beautiful sister Corazón, and a villain.
I've used several of the words Corey provided, changing some around, changing the spelling perhaps, basically just mixing them up. I usually leave the word list to the end, but here it is to start things off for a change:
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He’d been courting Juan’s middle sister, Corazón, and then that arrogant bastard Johnny Morgan drove by, just like a green flash, in his restored ’67 Plymouth Belvedere 2-door hardtop, with Corazón in the passenger seat.
“Johnny says Richard Petty won the NASCAR Grand National in a Belvedere,” said Juan, as if it were information fascinating to everyone.
“I don’t care if he won it in a bloody Barracuda. Now shut up,” he growled. “Where’s your sister going with that bum from the barrio?”
“I don’t know where they're going, man, I’m just the kid brother. You think my three sisters ever tell me anything?”
“You know something, muchacho. You call him Johnny, like you were old friends.”
“Well, yeah, I guess we are, kinda, but he's old, though his dad and my dad were distant cousins or something, and his mom and my mom are friends.”
“Hrmph,” he snorted, “so Corazón has known him a long time?”
“Sure, all her life.”
“You suppose they have a date?”
“I don’t think so, man. That would be kinda gross, I think.”
“And Johnny Morgan is no Captain Morgan?” he said, feeling a bit better now.
“Hell, no, man, he isn’t even Johnny Walker!”
“And it’s a good thing his name isn’t Ron.”
They were both laughing and didn’t notice when the Belvedere rolled to a stop in front of Juan’s house. But they turned around in time to see Corazón get out of the car and say, “Thanks, Johnny. I really needed to pick up this new dress. I think I’m going to get a marriage proposal tonight and I want to be ready.”
She turned and ran up the steps without looking back, not spotting the young man and her brother where they stood across the street.
They heard Johnny call, “Good luck, mi hermana!” before he drove off.
“Okay, man, it looks like you’re really El Presidente now,” said Juan, “and you better have a ring ready for my sister.”