3WW - The original game

September 12, 2007 | Filed Under 3WW, Fiction 

Original
Racket
Skipping

Bone, where did you get these words? It was golf you went back to, not tennis, grin. OK. See, y’all, Bone is a good meme host, he lets me get away with smart remarks… Three Word Wednesday, is just as it says, three words on Wednesday, and he lets us do anything we want with them, not that we wouldn’t anyway… Read my quick one this week and then click on the link and read how wild or calm all the other writers’ imaginations were this week.

Sherry,

Hey, girl, to answer your question, it was an original, this game, in the tradition of original plays, original recipes, original style. Kind of like Sean was, half deliberately groomed, half a wrinkled mess. I know you remember Sean. That had become his original style. Hair perfect, every last strand matted down with waxy stuff that came in a little round tin - and it smelled… I could just imagine the black bears in the hills coming down at night looking for a mate… but finding the wrong animal.

Sean was so manly in appearance, well, except that hair. He wore tight fitting grub jeans, clean, but grub. They appeared to have not just been prewashed, but pre-worn, pre-shredded, pre-modern man. But, he wore them well. He didn’t need to swagger, his jeans did the swaggering for him…. And if a woman saw him walking down the street, but a tree branch hid all but his lower body, in other words, his his matted down hair and his shirt that was so wrinkled he must have damped it, rolled it in a ball in two directions and then laid on it — and we are not talking sleeping, if you catch my drift. Must have been some moving going on. Oops, I didn’t finish my sentence, I always get side-tracked writing about Sean. Anyway had she only seen the lower half swaggering, she would have done something potentially embarrassing, like drop something in front of him to get his attention, or, more like, Cindy, wolf-whistled at him…

Then she would have seen that hair and wondered what freak show he was connected with…

Now the game was conceived by (did you like that I through in a word like that when talking about this ridiculous game? I thought you would!) See I get so sidetracked… it is a wonder you have been able to understand a tenth of what I have written this year… but then I guess you had plenty of practice hearing me when you were here. So it was Sean’s girlfriend that conceived the game. Oh yeah, he found himself alone with this girl outside a sold out movie at Capris about 10 months ago. I guess I forgot to tell you. Anyway, I haven’t got time to tell you about all that, you probably wouldn’t believe it anyway. No, wait, you would, I have no imagination of my own, you know that! Haha.

So, this game involved a battery powered racket that made sounds… and the game was that two people stood on either side of the net and skipped to the tones of the other’s racket (yeah, I know it both was a racket in the other sense of the word and made racket… lots of it, there was no volume control). The idea is they would alternate swinging the racket… No balls were used, well, not counting those… never mind, your nephew may see this email, you are so bad about not signing out of your emails and stuff.

And people actually bought them locally, can you believe it? Started out all those gadget freaks wanted one, then the teens realized they could drive those snotty club members insane by taking them to the tennis courts and playing side by side on the next court. Even I thought it was funny, until one old coot got mad and started swinging his old wooden tennis racket at John’s kid. Although there were a few other people that were sick of John’s kid’s vandalism and racing cars up and down the cul-de-sac (I thought cul-de-sacs were supposed to be safe.) Those people even grabbed their camera out of their pockets and took pictures of the kid skipping and the old coot swinging at him… I’ll email you a copy of it… I left it in the front yard and its raining too hard to go get it now….

Let me know when your book is accepted, OK?

-Jeanie

MeeAugraphie
09/12/07

OK, I ‘ll stop now… but I had to force myself… I have written letters 12 pages without batting an eye…12 typed pages. Yeah, this is copyrighted, not that anyone would be crazy enough to say THEY wrote it! Must be lack of food… I’m going to eat… I’ll be back to read y’all’s… I am still playing catchup. And don’t tell Leon I wrote this… he shakes his head enough, grin.

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