Friday, January 27, 2012

Auntie Tara's Short Story Prompt

Although I only just joined Blogger and met Tara a few days ago, her short story prompt wiggled its way into my headspace and made itself comfortable on the couch humming that line from "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."  You know the one: we won't go until we get some, so bring it right here!

Right, so here's my short story.  I hope it gives you chuckle or two, Tara.

Back by popular demand, I give you snark à la Keru.

Prompt: Write a 750-word (or less) short story using the words "evil", "crowd", "harp", & "waterfall".  Deadline: January 31, 2012.

Disclaimer: To my knowledge, the following events have never occurred to anyone, anywhere... which is a real shame because I think it would be pretty neat.

Evil-Crowd-Harp-Waterfall, a.k.a. Compromises
word count: 747  (le gasp!) 

“This is the worst idea on the planet.”

“Oh?” George looks up from testing the lines, ties, and cords.  “Is that so?” he challenges.  “It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had?”

“It’s the worst idea anyone, anywhere, has ever had!” I insist over the rush-gush-crash of the nearby waterfall  the 100-meter-tall! waterfall which roars white fury into the slippery-rock-ringed tide pool far, far below us.  I resist the urge to let my gaze stray downward.  I will not be mesmerized by the frothing water beast again.

I shout, “Didn’t you see that thing on the news about that bungee jumping accident in Africa?”

“Hush!  You’ll jinx us.”

“We’re already jinxed.”

“Oh, that’s a great way to start a marriage.”

“How would you kno—!”  I stop, cough, and sputter.  “Marriage?  What—?”

He shrugs one shoulder and glances over the edge of the precipice.  “How else did you think I was going to work up the nerve to ask you?”

“That’s nice,” I reply in a strangled tone.  “Forget getting down on bended knee.  Forget the crowd of on-lookers.  Oh, no.  You’d much rather face certain death!  Asking me to marry you is the only marginally better alternative?”

“Well, you’re not exactly the easiest person to live with.”

“That’s not true and you know it.  You’ve met my mother.”

“And you harp on and on at me about the dishes.”

Which reminds me!  “Did you get a lobotomy or something when you were a kid?  Or is there some other reason for why you seem to think that dirty dishes are coffee table ornaments?”

He laughs.  “You are evil.”

“And you’re still planning on asking me to marry you?”  Clearly, we’re dealing with a problem far more disturbing than a fear of popping the question, here.  I mean, he’s obviously not in his right mind.  Hm, maybe he’s in his left, trapped there by the lobotomy.


I shake my head in disbelief.  I’d say I was marveling, but I’m not entirely sure what it is about him that has me mesmerized.  His gumption?  Masochism?  Stupidity?  All of the above?

I suggest very helpfully, “You could just ask me right now and save yourself the concussion.”  Which I’m sure he’ll get if he makes this jump.

“And ruin the fun?”

“Fun?”  I’m sure I must have heard that wrong.

“Fun,” he insists with a persuasively charming wiggle of his brows.  “I want you to remember this moment.”

“Oh, I’ll remember it.”  The time I talked my future husband off a cliff.  Oh, yeah.  This is one for the scrapbook.

He shakes his head.  “No!  I mean...”  With a sigh, he reaches out to gently twist a wayward lock of hair behind my ear.  “I don’t want to be the only one sweating bullets.  I want us to do this together.”

“Wet ourselves, you mean?”

He rolls his eyes.  “Take the plunge, feel the thrill, burst with jubilation—”

“I’m already thrilled, so we can pack up this stuff and drive back to civilization now.”  I forget my earlier resolve and glance at the pit of watery despair beneath us as I confess, “I think I need to use the little fiancée’s room.”

“You work in an office.  You need a little excitement in your life.”

A little excitement.  I gape at him.  “OK, now you’re just being a typical meteorologist and overcompensating.”


“If this were tornado country, we’d be out chasing one of those,” I predict.

“That’s not a bad idea, actually…”

I resist the urge to shake him.

Something in my expression must be slightly alarming because he raises his hands, palms open in defeat.  “OK, all right, fine.  We’ll do it your way.  Flowers and wine and bended knee.”

“No tornados, no cliffs,” I add.

He sighs with incomprehensible regret.  “No tornados, no cliffs.”  He gathers up the hardware and lengths of bungee cable and then informs me with a grin, “At least one good thing came out of all this.”

“Oh?”  I can’t wait to hear it.

“You’ve already said yes.”  He winks. 

I watch him navigate the overgrown, wooded trail back to the car on the service road and shake my head.  That man is scarily devious… and he’s all mine.

George still refers to that day as “the day you agreed to marry me.”  I still call it “the day I talked you off a cliff.”  You know, sometimes marriage is about compromises and sometimes it just isn’t.


OK, so my question to all of you is, was there ever a compromise you were really pleased you made?  Like, it worked out so much better than you ever thought it would, in the end?  (Completely unlike our intrepid couple above where there was a very smart not-compromise?)


  1. That was fun. I liked their banter. Good job on the story.
    Thanks for sharing.

  2. loved it! i thought she'd give in for a stupendous splash! diving into a new life and all, ha ha! i loved getting in her head too, i sure wouldnt have done it =) the bungee i mean!

    thanks for the story!

  3. That was fabulous, chickie! LOL Thanks for the morning chuckle!

    :D :D

  4. Great story!
    I just gave you an award over at my blog. Here's the link:

  5. Heather - Thank you so much for the praise. I glad you enjoyed their banter. (I did, too.) (^__~)

    Tara - Whee! I'm so glad you liked it! I had my fingers crossed that you would.

    Jess - You are, as always, my #1 Fan, Chickie-pie. Like, SRSLY, dude.

    Yamile - Thank you so much for the words of encouragement and the award! *hugs*

  6. *giggles madly* Oh, this was wonderful! I love the voice and the banter between the characters, and I laughed out loud several times. That has to be one of the best proposals ever. :D I love the line at the end about how marriage is sometimes about compromise...and sometimes it's not. Because for something like that to be what they're uncompromising about is so much fun. ;)

    P.S. I also wanted to find out if you have an email address you'd be okay giving me? I'm trying to keep a list of everyone who's put my Rising button on their blog and make sure I have contact info. You can either fill out the form on my blog--no one but me will see it--or if you'd rather, you can email me at And thank you so much for displaying it on your blog!!