As you might know, I put out a call for people who wanted to participate in my the Three Word Game. The idea is this, I give them three words, they give me a short story. Simple, right? I had a few people reply right away and I’m excited to share their stories with you!
Please allow me to introduce Ashley from Caution: Prone to Sudden Outbursts of Song. I clicked on her link in a comment left elsewhere and instantly developed a little bloggy crush on her. I knew I had to share her blog with BatGirl as she and I are prone to sudden outbursts of song. Ashley hasn’t let me down with her charming words and humor. When she saw the Three Word Game, she threw her name in the hat and off went her words!
I tightened the ribbon on the gift. Usually I’m quite calm about giving presents to people; I tend to have a knack of knowing exactly what they want. But this one, this one was very special. This present would either make or break a couple of huge relationships. I’d either get a gigantic thumbs up or be pushed back to the very back of their address book. With a deep breath, I got out of my car and weaved my way into the restaurant. It was crowded and took me a minute to find my friends. Finally I reached them, and with the greetings of old friends, I handed over the important package and made my way to an empty seat.
The night went on, filled with great conversation, food and drinks. My dinner companions were mainly known to me, except for one at the end. We weren’t close enough to talk but I caught him looking at me as I looked at him. I’m not known as a woman of mystery, but his surreptitious glances made me feel sexy and enigmatic. But right as I relaxed into the feeling, it was present time. I hate when people open presents in public, especially when it was an important present as this one. They made their way through the pile of brightly wrapped boxes and bags, oohing and aahing over each one. Finally they made it to mine. I held my breath as they unwrapped the painting. There was a tense moment as they stared at the canvas. Then she looked at me with tears in her eyes. “It’s perfect.” And with that my night was made. I blushed and ducked my head as every head turned towards me. The stranger at the end of the table raised his glass to me in a silent salute. I released my breath and smiled shyly. Another excellent present choice by me.
I don’t know about you, but I’m sold. I know the feeling well of wanting to pick out the perfect present and anxiously holding your breath while they unwrap it. I sort of want to throw three more words at her and find out more of this stranger at the end of the table! 😉
If you want three words, just let me know and I’ll give you some!