This week’s words: infection Pastel Cranberry Bony Atavistic (of, relating to, or characterized by atavism; reverting to or suggesting the characteristics of a remote ancestor or primitive type.) Figure Exhale Copse (a thicket of small trees or bushes; a small wood.) Nebulous (hazy, vague, indistinct) Menace Door Ichor (the fluid which flows like blood in the veins of the gods)
My girlfriend was very convincing in her maintaining she possessed the characteristics of the ancient warrior Boudicca. This atavistic notion that her night time activities, her persistence in letting out a blood curdling scream from the attic window as the clock struck eleven was a reflection of some ichor that ran thick in her veins.
Often against the light of the full moon her lithe figure cut an impressive silhouette and you could never say she had a bony dispossession. Rather she was a woman to be reckoned with, a woman of substance as there could never be said there was anything nebulous about her.
If you happened to knock upon her door and get past the pastel shades she had painted it in there before you stood a woman to whom you would not only be impressed but also firmly believe that her ichorous appearance beheld any living thing you might find in any random copse about the town.
There was a presence about her that at first sight your initial breathe which you might normally exhale in wonder would be found holding on inside your throat for fear the sight before you might vanish with the exhaling of your breath.
But once over that her infectious personality coupled with her magical cranberry thick shake made all thoughts of survival merely academic.
It was this very thing that entranced everyone who ventured near to her. Some thought of her as a menace about the place but when you found her picking by hand the cranberries for the next days shakes you could easily dismiss all thoughts of her being anything but a menace. For as I said at the start her atavistic notion and her loving of me left little to the imagination and usually nothing behind the door, if you get my drift.
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Morpethroad 
What a woman! I love the image of her howling out the attic window at 11 o’clock.
Rather she was a woman to be reckoned with, a woman of substance as there could never be said there was anything nebulous about her.
I particularly liked this description and those closing lines as well!
Good job =)
Thank you Yves you are very kind….
My oh my … what an adventurous love life and what a woman … I’d love to try one her thick cranberry shakes. 😉
Thanks Georgia, I think there is a queue forming at her door as we speak…
LOL … I’ll have to publish a photo I took in Padua … there was a queue formed outside one of the most popular ice-cream shops … way crazy! Reminded me of old photos from the days people had to line-up to get bread.
Michael, I love the way you always find the positive qualities in those that others might shun, even if they’re howlers. I was having my afternoon snack–trail-mix with dried cranberries (ironic?)–and I found myself pushing the berries aside. They’ll be perfect for my morning breakfast shake. 🙂
Better make sure its a magical cranberrry thick shake Mandy, its that secret ingredient that makes all the difference….thanks for stopping by…
I may be getting in over my head 😅
Or at least cranberried…..
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What a woman. Love to know her!