I Would Do Anything For Love, But...

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It’s week 42 of Saturday Centus already!  Wow…seems like only a week ago it was week 41…how time flies!

For those of you who have just entered the computer age and discovered the wonderful wide world of the blogosphere and this thrilling literary meme, welcome!  It’s kind of like going to a NASCAR race, ‘cept there ain’t no beer, no chew, no mullets and no one screaming “Git 'R Dun!” 

“Then what’s the point?”  I hear you say.

So glad you asked.  Born in the voluminously creative mind of Jenny Matlock either during a prolonged tantric meditation or while watching “Desperate Housewives” - the facts are still a bit fuzzy - the Saturday Centus was devised as a mental challenge for the literarily inclined.

From her blog, off on my tangent, Jenny hosts this weekly exercise in tight, concise writing.  The rules are you are allowed 100 words to write a story using a supplied verbal or visual prompt.  You cannot alter the prompt in any way, use foul language or add any images to your post.  Writing a story takes on a whole new dimension when you only have a limited number of words you can use.  This exercise teaches you to be very selective in your word choices so the words you use tell the whole story in an impactful and imaginative way.

Participants in this meme, or “Centusians” as we refer to ourselves, know only too well how quickly 100 words can be used up before we have to start hacking away at our stories.  It can be maddening getting down to that word count, and not everyone gets there, but it is such a fun challenge to attempt.  I invite you to give it a try.  Come on, I know you are itching to be a Centusian!  Who isn’t?

After writing our stories we link them back to Jenny’s meme post so that we can all share our little stories with one another and offer feedback.  This week our host has offered up a prompt based upon a favorite song.  The prompt is “I'd catch a grenade for ya...”  Oh, if only we had this prompt last week for our Valentine’s cards!  Oh well.  Here is my take on it.  I have entitled it:

 I Would Do Anything For Love, But...

A couple lies in bed, the husband barely asleep while his wife is wide-awake and restless.

“Honey, wake up.”

“Hmmm?  Go back to sleep, Blanche.”

“I can’t sleep.  Do you still love me like when we met?”

“Yes, Blanche.”

“Would you walk through fire for me?”

“Yes, Blanche.”

“Would you sacrifice your life to save mine?”

“Yes!  I swear, Blanche, that I'd catch a grenade for ya if you just let me get some sleep first!”

“Well in that case would you bring me a Diet Coke please?

“Will you die if I don’t get it?”

“Well…no.”

“Good.  Then get it yourself.”


*This story is not intended to portray anyone in particular and any similarity to anyone living or not is purely coincidental and is definitely not my wife.  Nope, not even a little bit.  (You happy now?)

One by one the penguins are stealing my sanity

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