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.