Hello Dear Readers! Today it’s time for the weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge. The challenge is to write a 333-word story using the third definition of the word doctor: a : material added (as to food) to produce a desired effect or b : a blade (as of metal) for spreading a coating or scraping a surface.
Mr. Wondlewinkie Takes a Spill
Vonks Wondlewinkie climbed the stepladder and peered over the vines that separated his backyard from Mrs. Vera Trupp’s. “Have you seen my Mr. Coffee Machine, Mrs. Trupp?” He asked.
Mrs. Vera Trupp didn’t look up from weeding her petunias, “no, sorry.”
Vonks Wondlewinkie brushed away a vine that was tickling his ear. “Well, it’s been missing for months now, and it has a lot of sentimental value because I brought it with me when I immigrated eight years ago from the Province of Foy.”
Vera sighed as she carefully worked in some coffee grounds to doctor her over-used soil. Vera wanted to suggest that Vonks Wondlewinkie just go to Starbucks for his coffee like she and every other American did, newly immigrated or not. But bringing up any topic would cause Vonks Wondlewinkie to launch into yet another, long-involved story about his immigration from the Province of Foy eight years ago– so she just stayed silent.
“What’s that you’re mixing into the soil Mrs. Trupp?” Vonks Wondlewinkie asked as he pulled on the vine that kept tickling his ear in an unsuccessful attempt to uproot it (the more he pulled, however, the more it kept coming — like a handkerchief up a clown’s sleeve).
“Coffee grounds, Mr. Wondlewinkie.”
Vonks Wondlewinkie continued pulling at the vine as he chatted. “Coffee grounds? “
“They’re good for the soil.” Vera explained quickly. “Look around you, Mr. Wondlewinkie! Vera made a grand, sweeping motion with her trowel at her numerous beds of lovely Petunias populating every square inch of her backyard. “The best crop I’ve ever had!”
But Vonks Wondlewinkie had both hands on the vine now and gave it a mighty yank which sent him toppling off his ladder.
“Mr. Wondlewinkie!” Vera shouted through the vines. “Are you alright? But Vonks Wondlewinkie was unresponsive.
Vera panicked and bolted to the house to call 911. But even in her haste, still had the presence of mind to stash the Mr. Coffee Machine in the cupboard.
Until next time . . . I love you