Image via E.C. Gallery, beinArt Int'l Surreal Art Collective
I wrote: “And you don’t want your nosy parishioners to know? This mysterious meeting, for which you insisted I abandon my glassware unwashed, isn’t for anything embarrassing or tawdry, is it?”
I read: With a straight razor and a sure hand, he rapidly scraped away at his cheeks, his squared-off chin, and his pale throat. Then he took out a small scissors and carefully clipped any errant hairs that might disturb the shape of his luxuriant black mustache.
- The Midnight Band of Mercy by Michael Blaine
If you'd like to play along, offer up a random 2 sentences you've written and read this week in our comments. Once we get a string going, it's like an exquisite corpse in writing, or eavesdropping your way through the most fascinating hotel bar.
Update: C'mon, anyone? E-mails, grocery lists, anythang... Is the picture scaring you away?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Two Sentence Tuesday: Your Exquisite Corpse
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4 comments:
Hi Clare,
This week I wrote:
"Was it my fault that my sister got married on Ed’s fortieth birthday? Was it my fault that the wedding was held in a town somewhere between East Cupcake and Farther East Cupcake in the wilds of Suffolk County?"
And I read two sentences from Turkish Delight, one of the last stories written by the late Ed Hoch and published in the march/April 2008 issue of EQMM.
"As they left the hotel in the morning they were accosted by a street vendor selling bread rings. His grizzled face showed the nicks and scars of a hard life, but not a shy one."
Terrie
I wanna go to East Cupcake! And thanks for killing the echo.
Sorry for my absence this week while on vacation, but I'll be back playing along next week.
Thanks for checking in, and glad you had a nice vacay. I assume it was nice. Your avatar hasn't changed from the proud fisherman to a mug shot.
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