This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word trouble: 3 : an instance of trouble <used to disguise her frustrations and despair by making light of her troubles
The Day Scrubby Whodiddle Got What She Deserved!
Farmonica Hull walked trouble, jumped trouble and sometimes, when she sprained her ankle, limped trouble. Every breath she took had some kind of trouble in it. Trouble followed Farmonica Hull around like Wrigley Field followed around Yogi Berra if he had ever played there and if stadiums could follow people around and if that person happened to be Yogi Berra.
For you see, trouble was double parked in Farmonica’s DNA — ensuring that no matter how many things went wrong, there was always another kind of trouble waiting in the wings.
Take this morning for instance. Farmonica Hull had been jarred from her slumber by an earthquake so powerful, it shook her out of bed like an angry maid shaking out a dust mop for a boss who was not only disrespected, but despised.
Farmonica Hull picked herself up off the floor and look around. The devastation was two-fold (maybe even three-fold). Not only had a wall collapsed on her brand new flat screen TV causing all its inner workings to pop out and puff up like a bad bee sting-; but the new chaise lounge she had purchased from which to view it was a now flatter than the flat screen TV!
Farmonica Hull knew there was a word to describe something like that but she also knew she would never be able to remember what it was.
“Yoo-hoo!” called Farmonica’s disheveled next door neighbor, Scrubby Whodiddle. (Just Farmonica’s luck, Scrubby was still alive. Farmonica sighed so heavily a huge cloud of trouble filled the room.)
“Holy Toledo!” Scrubby Whodiddle screeched as she entered. “I heard a crash and came a runnin’ and I thought that earthquake didn’t hit my place but I’ll bet Farmonica’s apartment is nothin’ but brick and rubble!” Scrubby Whodiddle cawed out a laugh so disturbing Farmonica Hull had no choice but to pull out a gun and shoot her dead.
Well . . . maybe things were going to be shaping up a little for Farmonica Hull –DNA or no.
Haha! This has Peanuts written all over it! Only Peanuts would think to shoot Scrubby Whodiddle dead. And the Yogi Berra bit… CLASSIC! hahaha!
So glad you liked it Lisa. Yogi Berra fits so effortlessly into anything humorous! I was half asleep when I sat down to write this and Peanuts just took over which was nice because it gave me time to drink my coffee! HA!
You have the best analogies, ever!
I love the names of your characters – and your ascerbic wit and twisted endings.
Thank you Barbara. I really appreciate that you always take the time to comment on my stories! You’re an inspiration to me!
PLEASE, do not take this the wrong way, but I am so glad your writting challenges are kept short. I don’t know if I could read through longer works without splitting a gut or running out of the room screaming. Love them all and you too…. T
LOL!! Oh Tricia thank you — I think my brain Peanuts is more of a sprinter than a distance runner –so it all works out!
And now, Farmonica is in greater trouble.
You said it! Poor Farmonica!
Hi,
Another great read for the morning.
Oh and I love the characters in this one, and the ending is priceless.
Oh thanks so much Mags. I was still half asleep when I wrote it — Peanuts was still running the show I think.
lol. This is good. LOVE the dust mop image. Priceless.
Thank you Sandra, so glad you enjoyed it.
Scrubby Whodiddle… that’s a great name!
I love the way you used phrasing to match what was happening in the story. Great imagery and a superb ending.
Oh thanks Diane! I’m glad you liked it!
Farmonica–what a MUSICAL name.
Haha! Yes! Fonly she knew how to play it!
Your whimsical staccato style is really appealing. And the creativity that goes into the names you come up with is impressive. My favorite line was about trouble being double parked in her DNA. Great read.
Thanks for linking up. Be sure to come back for the new prompt tomorrow.
Oh what a creative description! I had to run in and tell my husband (he’s already in bed but he wasn’t asleep yet . . .or at least he isn’t now!) You are always so encouraging and supportive! And I do appreciate it so much! And I really do look forward to those prompts!
hahaha, loved that ending, and the way you described everything was fantastic! excellent implementation of the weekly word
Oh thank you so much Renada! I am so glad you enjoyed it and thank so much for coming by and taking the time to comment!
Ooooh… I hate Scrubby!! I mean, the late Scrubby!
But you know, she’s proving useful. I just went out on the porch and shook out my socks, all the time thinking of Scrubby– like that maid shaking out the dust mop and thinking of her rotten boss.
Wow! Whatta dust cloud!! The sun won’t be shining here for hours. And my socks are even whiter than when I bought them 30 years ago!! Yes, it pays to channel Scrubby, yup, it sure does… : P
Hahahahaha Mark! I’m so happy for you and your socks even though the earth has now entered into a nuclear winter, your socks are finally clean(ish) (and not as gray even maybe?) Scrubby is bound to be smiling down on your right now Mark – from somewhere (probably the roof)!
I love it when the likes of Scrubby can do something good in the world besides annoy people!
I didn’t expect that at ALL. It was so funny, and the ending was just perfect, but I didn’t expect it. I do love your names.
Didn’t expect it at all? YAY. I love the way a person can brandish a gun around in fiction with no muss no fuss! HA!