Jun 27, 2012

Through the Holes in my Peach-Gray Curtains

Because they withheld her raspberries, the scrivener went on strike.
The burgomaster* succumbed to a sharp pain in his chest and fell from his chair when he heard the news.
Who would draft official documents now? Even worse, who would dictate them?
The scrivener sat hungry by the window.

*I just love this word, burgomaster.
More words I love:
Tilt
Beatrice
Filigree
Semilla
Black
Asparagus
Embrasser
Stentorian
Recidivist
Canonical
Panglossian
Mongoose
Apotropaic
Accurst
Älskling
Ewigkeit
Jersey Devil
Kermit
Ponderous
Stripling
Eschaton

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