Trifextra: my 33 words of passion

They’d wanted it for long…

His need to devour her, urgent..

He touched pink…

Hidden valley discovered…

Huge tide… Flapping…

Wild ripping sensation…

Relief found, they lie,

Wrapped in a blanket of quiescence…

WORD GAME: scour page 33 of Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge, choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own.

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45 thoughts on “Trifextra: my 33 words of passion

  1. Passion indeed, nicely detailed. And coming out of a melancholy passage you turned it into a lustful tryst. I hope no one got hurt with the wild ripping sensation. Nice work – whew – I feel a little heated. 🙂

  2. first time for everything . . . ummm my ears still ring
    Okay – this is a quote from an old, old (OLD) song hubbymoose and I used to listen to as teens . . . back when we had our own first time. Well done!

  3. Oh wow–of all the pieces I’ve read so far, you’re the only one to take it this direction. It’s a welcome distraction from all of the delicious doom and gloom. Great job with the prompt. Very original.

  4. Kudos to you for being so original in your idea. Sometimes we come to the words with a predisposed idea of where to take them and, sometimes, the words take us where we never knew we would venture. Not sure which applies here for you but, whatever the case, this story was like a breath of fresh air this weekend. Thanks for opting NOT to include “entrails” in this scene!!! 🙂

    • haha i don’t think entrails would be very romantic specially on the first time haha love this comment. i think i just picked out the words that spoke to me 🙂 and thank you ^^

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