He came, quietly,
Huge and urgent,
The inner blankness.
A sensation beneath his ribs:
Pricked, pink, hollow-boned,
Wild, clanking, squawking,
Shouted with panic.
That’s all he wanted:
My God, this was fun. I thought it was going to suck, right up to the point that I started it. Trifecta wanted 33 words, random or not, which all came from page 33 of the book “Olive Kitteredge” by Elizabeth Strout.
(I’m updating this, after the fact, to show what I meant by “from page 33 of the book…”, for the benefit of people that sometimes don’t know what the heck I’m talking about when I mention Trifecta. When I add a link to any of my Trifecta entries, it always refers back to that particular post of theirs which spells out their challenge which that particular post of mine is written for. Their weekly contest closes at 6pm Central Time on Thursdays, winners are announced on Friday in the same post where they announce their weekend “Trifextra” contest, then that one closes at suppertime in the central U.S. on Sunday, then those winners are announced on Mondays, along with the new contest for the week. And the cycle goes on.) The rules for that (now closed) contest were:
This weekend we are playing another type of word game with you. Below are
photos from the 33rd page of one of our very favorite books, Elizabeth Strout’s
Kitteridge. What we want you to do is to scour the page (click to enlarge),
choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own. Your piece
does not have to tell an entire story. We just want to see what you can do with
this particular word bank. Punctuation is up to you. Use whatever you need,
whether or not it appears in the photos.