Last week’s writing prompt was 7th. You went to your bookshelf, choose the 7th book, turned to page 7 and found the 7th sentence for your starting point. I’m delighted to share Monica de Savoye’s piece which was started from the The Adventures of Tintin: The Broken Ear.
This week’s writing exercise follows.
“GRRRRRREAT GREEDY GUTS!!!” That’s what my best mate’s Ma shrieked when she sat bolt upright in her coffin at her own wake.
Back in those times of course we didn’t have the newfangled gadgets doctors have nowadays to tell if a person’s really dead…we just held a mirror under their nose, tickled their eyelids a little, and then called it a day. And then we got ready for the food to arrive….
Folks were bringing by casseroles, puddings, pies, soups, and the most awful gelatin salads, and dropping them off on ole Ma Kettle’s parlor table. The damn thing nearly gave way under the weight of it all.
And of all the visitors dropping by to pay their respects, you could always count on seeing Jimmy McKeegan, who would first dutifully remove his hat and say a prayer over the deceased, and then take a run at that table.
This day was no exception, Jimmy arrived in fine form, and quite a sight in his formal attire; he was tall and lanky and nearly 7 feet tall with his tops and tails. People said he had a tapeworm, or a hollow leg or somethin’, and that’s how come he could eat the amount he did and not gain an ounce.
So there’s Jimmy, giving it his all at the food trough set before him, chicken bones a-flyin’ and soup slopping down the front of his vest….all the rest of us agape and shifting uncomfortably meanwhile!
Out of the corner of my eye, what do I see, but Ma Kettle sitting creakily up in her coffin! I guess she must have been woken right out of a dead sleep by all the racket from Jimmy and his eatin’…and she turns her head, right in Jimmy’s direction, and hollers louder than you can imagine, “GRRRRRREAT GREEDY GUTS! Get them paws out of that grub and leave some for everyone else, dammit!”
….and poor Jimmy’s eyebrows hit the ceiling, and HE dropped dead from shock right there, bless his greedy-ass soul.
This writing prompt comes from Julie Tepperman Co-Artistic Director of Convergence Theatre.
C.R.O.W stands for:
Here is your C.R.O.W for this writing exercise:
C – Two people in their early twenties
R – Ex’s
O – One wants to get back together, the other one wants permission to date their best friend
W – At a mutual friend’s birthday party
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