Trifecta: Week 110
Time for Trifecta challenge and this is what they have to say for this week’s challenge:)
Now onto this week’s Trifecta prompt. We’re back to one word and its third definition. And, of course, as many syllables as you please in your 333-word limit! Happy writing! QUAINT (adjective) 3a : unusual or different in character or appearance : ODD b : pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar <a quaint phrase> Remember: • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. • The word itself needs to be included in your response. • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. • Only one entry per writer.
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Here is my 330 word story-hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it:-)
The Witch’s promise
They peered over the hedge, looking into a garden. Mrs. Crabtree was collecting luscious strawberries from her plants and humming to herself.
“ Isn’t she old?” Amy mused.
“Umm, very! And oh so quaint!”said Jack, stifling a laugh.
“She kind of reminds me of Miss Marple”, added Kate, the bookworm.
“And pray who is Miss Marple?”
“You are such an oaf Paul! Miss Marple was a character by Agatha Christie-the charming old lady who solved murder mystery!”Boasted Kate.
“Pooh!”Said Paul and made a face at Kate.
The youngest of the group, Laura whispered, “I don’t like this. Let us go. I think she is a witch.”
They all burst out laughing and had to duck immediately. They would wait for a more opportune moment to steal some of those lovely strawberries.
Next week, the five did just that –Laura refused. As the Sun was setting, they walked up to her cottage and made sure, no one was home. Then, they sneaked in through the hedge and stole a basket of strawberries.
On the verge of leaving, their noses were assailed by the delicious smell of freshly baked apple tarts and chicken pies and they told each other, “No harm in just looking.”
And off they went up the garden path, into the warm kitchen.
There their eyes widened when they saw the sumptuous spread laid on the table-delicacies they all loved. Torn between the desire to dig in and leave, they stood transfixed.
At that very moment, the front door opened and Mrs. Crabtree entered the room. She did not seem surprised to see 5 uninvited teenagers in her house. Instead she smiled and told them,”Come on children.Don’t be shy. Eat your fill.I promise you won’t regret this.”
So they did, failing to notice the glint in Mrs. Crabtree’s eyes as she served them more food, humming under her breath,”The witch’s promise was coming,you’re looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain…”
If only they had listened to little Laura…