This Week's Winners
Bob Hannah was the kind of guy who hated palindromes, hated them backward and forward.
I just love this one – it's perfectly in line with my sense of humor.
He was that special kind of douchebag, the kind who would take his mother to dinner for her birthday and then stick her with the check.
This one is great because of the voice. With a mere 26 words Chris has given us not only a character, but opened to door to a noir world of private dicks and beautiful but treacherous dames. Pure economy.
He was the kind of person you just wanted to help.
In a world of bad things and bad people, he would always go out of his way to show kindness and interest in anyone else who also needed a helping hand.
At the tragic end of his young life, many of those whose lives he had touched gathered around to be with him to the very end.
He softly answered, “I’d like you to give my love to my friends and my family.”
The question, of course, was, “Do you have any final words to say, Mr.Bundy?”
What can I say? This is vintage Steven G – you, sir, are one dark dude.
She was the kind of person who would be dead within a year of retiring, her entire sense of self having been erased once there was nowhere to go and no one to care.
Maybe because I’m approaching that time of life myself, this one really caught my attention. I don’t feel that way about retirement – I love working at the clinic, but would be thrilled to have 24 hours a day to spend blogging, writing, walking – but I’m interested in this alternative view.
Frogs in My Formula
He/She was the kind of person/man/woman who really needed to go ahead and get the sex operation.
Clever, very clever to take my prompt and turn it around on me. Touche.
Next Week’s Prompt
Instead of providing a prompt, I want to do a different kind of exercise. For anyone who wants to play along, pick any one of the above character sketches and give us a physical description that reveals the same information about the character.
At first glance her legs looked great, but her ankles kept giving way, making it clear that her size twelve feet weren’t used to mincing down the boulevard in heels.