Wordzzle Challenge

This is my 6th

Raven, at Views From Raven's Nest, has created this word puzzle, Wordzzle, for us to have a challenge and write to. The words/phrases to work with this week are:

Main Challenge: chopping block, reading list, bangles, oracle, plan, fandango, spelling bee, calendar, utilitarian, flower pot

Mini Challenge: Siberia, citrus fruit, roofer, shamrock, twinkle twinkle little star

Mega Challenge: use all 15 words/phrases above.

My Mini Challenge (5):

"Starkle starkle, little twink
Who you are, how I think.
I'm not under the affluence of incohol
As many thinkles peep,
I've just had tee many martoonies
And the drunker I sit here
The longer I get.
I fool so feelish!"

The drunk sat at the bar of the outdoor drinking establishment on the sandy beach, trying unsuccessfully to quote " Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" from his childhood memories, as he sat looking up at the twinkling in the dark sky. He had taken a two week vacation from his job as a roofer, and was working hard at single handedly keeping the Shamrock Bar in business. He flirted with Siberia, the young bar maid who now, unannounced to him, had changed his drink to straight citrus fruit juice, leaving out the Grey Goose vodka that had been in his drinks up until about two drinks ago. He hadn't even noticed the booze was missing. He was never a crabby drunk, but the bar maid had decided, with flagrant disregard for what he might think, that this guy had had enough to drink for one night. He was drunk as a skunk and it was time to cut him off, so she gave his straight juice 'on the house'.

My Main Wordzzle Challenge (10):

She felt like her head was on the chopping block as she listened to the Oracle speaking his dire predictions, and to the soft sound of a zither playing in the background. Glancing at the utilitarian calendar that hung on the wall, she pulled the bangles higher on her right arm, thought "This guy is a bit too far into his apanthropinization for my taste," and began writing another title, #39, on the bottom of her reading list that she'd been adding new books to as she heard or thought of ones she planned to get. Titles such as Fandango, Spelling Bee, and Flower Pot were among them, as well as Netflix, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, and Perpendicular Mortgage Geometry. All on the list, except that last title, were spiritual books that would help her to better know and grow into the Godness of the Universe. She was experiencing a bit too much paucity in the area of cash flow just now, to be able to purchase them all at once, but 2 or 3 each month she could do... though her paucity of time to read them would mean they would not all get read for awhile.

One thing that Siberia knew for sure was that the pathway she was now exploring, with the dire predictions of the Oracle and the strange Gregorian chants was not the one for her to follow. She was pragmatic, enough to not need a crystal ball to tell her this.

My Mega Challenge (15):

After doing her laundry, eating dinner, and walking to work, Siberia was working at the chopping block, cutting up fresh citrus fruit for the evening crowd at the Shamrock Bar tonight when she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Twinkle twinkle little star", he said, "how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. I wish I may I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight. I am going to ask this pretty little bar maid out on a date and my wish is that she says 'Yes!'"

"Well, look who's here again. The usual tonight?" Siberia said, as if he'd not just spoken.

"No mam, not tonight. You see, I work hard as a roofer back home, and I never drink until I go away on holidays, then for about the first four or five days, I drink. Boy, do I drink. Then that's enough until the next year. I'm done now. I'll just have a Virgin Oracle, please."

"No problem, and the first one is on me, then." Siberia was glad to hear he was not the drunk she'd thought him to be. "That would have been such a waste," she thought to herself as she got him the drink he'd ordered. As she handed it to him, the bangles on her arm jangled. He reached up and touched them gently.

"I remember as a kid in grade school," he commented, "one time in a spelling bee I was given the word bangles. I like the way these look on you, and the gentle sound they make."

"That's part of the plan," she laughed. "They're not just utilitarian junk."

"No mam, I can't see you wearing anything that didn't have some kind of meaning to it. You don't seem like that kind of woman."

Siberia went to serve some other customers that had just come in and sat at one of the tables. It was early yet, so still quiet, but business would soon pick up as it always did. On her way back to the bar, she straightened a flower pot that may otherwise have been knocked to the floor by a passer by brushing against it.

"By the way, my name is Frank," the man at the bar said as she returned to chopping the fruit she'd been working on earlier.

"Nice to meet you, Frank. You already know my name."

"I sure do. I've been here enough times to know, but just don't think I ever properly introduced myself. Frank Jones. From Montana... back where everyone is shoveling snow while I'm here basking in the sun," he supplied.

More customers came in, as did the two other employees, a bar tender and a waitress, Siberia then went from behind the bar to waiting tables, and the two had no chance to talk again for the rest of the evening. He sat reading the New York Times and watching people as he drank non-alcholic drinks all evening. When the bar finally closed, at 2am, Frank asked Siberia if she would care to go for a walk on the beach. She agreed that would be a wonderful way to wind down from a hectic night of work.

As they walked and talked, they came to a spot with several large rocks, and sat down, side by side on a the biggest of them. Looking out on the ocean, they continued to talk. Frank told Siberia about the book he was currently reading, called Fandango. She told him about her reading list, and that this was one of the books on it. They even spoke about the Roman Calendar, and about the Ides of March. Before they knew it, the sun was rising over the ocean.

"Would you like to go get breakfast before I walk you home?" Frank asked.

"I sure could go for some pancakes, and a big cup of hot tea!" she agreed.

"By the way, what is that bottle of safflower oil sitting on the bar for?" Frank asked curiously, but never got an answer as he was too busy kissing her to let her talk.

As they walked hand in hand down the beach, they both knew they wanted to get to know each other much better. They both felt that maybe, just maybe, this could be 'the one'.

Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: sugar bowl, cotton, wizard, fund-raising, Ben Hur, salmonella, luke warm, telescope, bank, walk-a-thon

Mini Challenge: challenge, sparkling cider, melancholy, snail mail, master carpenter

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