Welcome Dear Readers to another Trifecta 333-word story: This week’s word prompt is the third definition of rainbow: 3 [from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] : an illusory goal or hope -
The Dilly Dallyer
“Don’t make me laugh, Lydia. Are you seriously implying that because you dilly dally on that little computer of yours, day in and day out, pecking out word upon word — that you consider yourself a novelist? Ha! I’ll wager a guess that you are incapable of stringing even two coherent sentences together.” Professor Coxton Hurley III punctuated the end of this proclamation with a self-satisfied snicker and opened his Wall Street Journal to read about his stocks.
Lydia refilled her husband’s coffee until it spilled over onto his trousers. He banged his fist down on the table. “Lydia! Look what you’ve done? You are so very clumsy. Now I’ll have to go change!”
“Sorry!” Lydia called after him. “I was just thinking about the novel I’m writing. Oops, I mean the novel I’m dilly dallying.”
When Coxton returned, he had changed his suit and added an ascot to his ensemble.
Oh that ascot, Coxton, it makes you look like such a–
“Professor?” Coxton interrupted. “Yes tell me something I don’t know, Lydia. After all, as the Dean of Harvart State University, I’m at the apex of my professional academic rainbow. My colleagues have come to expect a certain Je ne sais quoi in my approach to academia.. Je ne sais quoi is French for—“
I know what it is French for, Coxton.
Oh really? Do tell me what you think it means then.
“Having all the qualities of a jack-ass . . .”
Coxton laughed uproariously. “Poor, dear Lydia. You really don’t have a clue do you? It means nothing of the kind. Ahahaha! It means . . . wait a minute . . . what’d you say? What are you implying that I, Professor Coxton Hurley III, have all the qualities of a jack-ass?”
“Oh Coxton, darling. Don’t be mad. I have no idea what I’m talking about, remember?”
“Oh yes of course. Quite right you are, Lydia dear, quite right you are indeed.”
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Until next time . . . I love you