Welcome Dear Readers to the Weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge where writers are challenged to write a story between 33 and 333 words using the third definition of the word given each week. This week’s word is: Melt: to make tender or gentle: soften
The Vaporous Life of Ingernelly Asp
Ingernelly Asp was from Norway but she lived in the clouds — high above the chatter and the clatter of the world of people. She prided herself on her ability to recognize unusual cloud formations. Things people didn’t normally see — like rolodexes with aluminum siding or billowy white masses resembling Socrates on a rollercoaster. People just didn’t appreciate the handiwork of the clouds like Ingernelly Asp.
But Ingernelly’s penchant for clouds came at a high price. The “high” being the fact that Ingernelly was the only third-grader in Norway to scrape the ceiling at 9 foot 3 inches tall. And the “price” being the fact that Ingernelly’s parents were practically going broke keeping her in hats — which she was always getting holes in from the wear and tear of the ceiling fixtures.
Naturally, Ingernelly had more of an affinity with clouds than anything else — as the clouds were the only company in which she reveled. But Ingernelly’s calling out of strange formations she’d see at odd times made no hearts melt.
Once, when Ingernelly spotted a Irish Cable Knit Sweater — size 6, floating in the sky, she got so excited she shouted Ein irisches Strickjacke!” during the funeral services of her beloved uncle, Stinke Molde.
The townspeople were horrified at her willful disregard for decorum. That night Ingernelly had to endure a four-hour lecture from her normal-sized mother who looked Ingernelly straight in the knees and leveled with her. “You will never be taken seriously, Ingernelly, if you don’t learn to think before you speak.” (Ingernelly’s mother’s Norwegian sounded more like English – nobody knew why).
Ingernelly would have none of it. She ran away to Sweden which, as luck would have it, was right next door. (The Asps lived on the border.)
The Asps never saw Ingernelly again after that. But that’s only because they never turned their heads in her direction. Otherwise, they would have seen her standing on the neighbor’s front yard calling out cloud formations.
Until next time . . . I love you
Cloud image: Wiki Commons Public Domain