This week’s challenging words: Bastard Glimpse Rubble Trickle Bonfires Wallow Supplicant (a petitioner, a beggar, a pupil) Tenacious (holding fast) Pique (to affect with sharp irritation and resentment, especially by some wound to pride) Bulge Circumspect (cautious, prudent) Liminal (relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process, occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.)
It was the glimpse of the bulge in his pants that set her ill at ease.
She was a circumspect young lady and any suggestion of the lurid brought about a brain freeze that caused her face to turn a bright red tone visible across any crowded room.
She had heard of these bulges in men’s pants. Her mother had warned of them. Told her that the bastards who had them were men who wallowed in the lurid aspects of their poor perverted lives and she was to shun them at every opportunity.
With that knowledge in mind she went through life with a tenacious hold on propriety never wishing to light any bonfires within the men she worked with. A bonfire was another word her mother had taught her. Every man had one apparently though she had never seen one, but they were so strong within every man that many a man was known, according to her mother, to wallow for days in the glare of his own bonfire.
Experience told her that most men piqued her sensibilities and she had pledged both herself and her mother to act in a liminal way so as not to attract the ire of any wallowing man and at the same time not draw unwanted attention to herself. She had perfected the art of deception of being able to flirt and remain coy at the same time and she was so pleased her mother had taught her the art of the liminal in good time for her to be successful in the business world.
It was a Thursday when she came across her first supplicant as she was emptying the waste bins in the alley behind the office. He was a miserable fellow, with a yellow ooze trickling from his nose, he at first didn’t see her as he rummaged through the rubble. But one glimpse of her ignited the one thing she most feared. His bonfire, she could see it start up, thinking quickly she thought of the liminal solution to this crisis.
This time though the bulge was in her own throat as when she opened her mouth to scream a trickle of incoherent words was all she could utter.
As he approached his bonfire beginning to roar within him she decided there and then to abandon all thoughts of circumspectness and scream ‘Bastard, Bastard’ in the hope that this evil smelling supplicant would be prevented from taking hold of her in his own peculiar tenaciousness thus rendering her incapable of resisting his by now raging bonfire.
He came within a metre of her, she was still screaming ‘Bastard’ with more hysteria than ever before when he stopped, wiped his trickle with his sleeve and asked he if his long time mate Steve Wallow still worked in the building.
The girl ceased screaming, piqued at her own bad behaviour and began kicking the rubble around her feet to hide her obvious poor actions in front of this man who now appeared to have a very extinguished bonfire.
And in true liminal behaviour she stated to the supplicant, ‘Well he might, then again he might not.’
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/08/03/wordle-72-august-3-2015%E2%80%B3/
Morpethroad 
What an opening Michael lol I love the explanation her mother gives about bonfires and how that carries on throughout. Excellent job, this wordle was a challenging one but you’ve handled it like a boss
Thank you Yves, you threw in a few tough ones this week. Loved the challenge.
I really did haha I am so glad you enjoyed it!
Love the challenge of it all and I know I do take a bit of license from time to time with some of the words but that is part of the fun.
I do too! I love bringing back obscure words and giving you guys curious slang to work with, honestly I can even see us inventing new words that will be used by future generations. I watched a Ted talk lately about how we should invent more words
There’s new words all the time, just listen to the kids….and new meanings for old words…..we could say a wordle allows us to wordlise the language…
They certainly do my daughter uses my outdated eccentric slang at the moment but when she gets a little older I will be picking up new words and expressions from her I imagine. I have so many Wordles created now and I am so excited about all of them, it is so hard waiting a full week lol
Well Monday afternoon for me is wordle time and I too look forward to what words you are going to challenge me with….
I am glad to know you have a wordle time Michael I do so look forward to your replies, the highlight of my Mondays =)
ell I will be away next Monday as I’m going to Brisbane to visit with my eldest son and his family…
I hope you have a great time =) Feel free to write to it whenever you have the chance if it strikes your fancy
I tend to try not to look at men’s groins so as to avoid reactions like the above.
I loved this–it was absolutely hilarious, and I could picture the scene as if I were watching it onscreen.
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Thanks so much, I always love reading your comments. Glad to see you look men in the eye.
Oh my that mother sounded like my grandmother!!! Love that intro and again, you put yourself in the mind of a young girl…bravo, Michael!! I enjoyed this piece.
Thank you Cheryl-Lyn. So glad you enjoyed my tale.
This was a fully developed story from beginning to end…..loved it, Michael 😉
Thank you so much. I do like playing with a wordle as one never knows where the words might take you or how pliable they can be when stretched in a few different directions.
Great story..enjoyed reading it!
Thanks for stopping by, the wordles are such fun to write.
Great and very prudent and advice filled reading material 😉
You did a great job playing with the words and it made it all so much fun to read – the repetition working very well to great effect 🙂
Lots of chuckles here. 😀
Glad to hear you say so…..thanks for calling in…