First Crusader Challenge hosted by the lovely Rachael Harrie. And, jeez, it wasn't exactly an easy first challenge (thanks, Rach!). And, I mean, fuliguline?! Seriously? As part of this writing challenge, we are somehow supposed to work these words into our entries: fuliguline, bloviate, rabbit, and blade.
Anyway, the first challenge involves fun things like secrets, lies, quirks, and fave things in 300 words or less. And after I wrote it, I realized that I needed some serious therapy. :-) Here goes:
"Can you keep a secret?" he said.
"It depends," I said. "Is it like little-white-lie secret or whole-world-apocalypse secret? I mean, if things get ugly I may have to tell someone. Like my hairdresser."
"Well, I apologize," he said. "I can't be that specific."
"You apologize?" My eyes widened. "That's not really a heart-felt apology. I prefer when people say I'm sorry. Now that's an apology. I don't accept I apologize."
"Quite a quirk you got there. So noted."
"Thank you," I said. "While we're being honest, there's probably something else you should know."
"And what's that?" He leaned back in his chair.
I looked from side-to-side and then leaned forward. "I have this annoying habit of eating way too much chocolate. It makes me a little, you know, hyper. And that's when I tend to bloviate."
He smiled. "Annoying? Well, I find that a little...fuliguline."
"Never mind," he said.
"My chocolate consumption is an annoying habit," I insisted. "One of my better traits is that I'm pretty good with word puzzles. Like Scrabble. Did you know that from blade, you could turn the letters around and get delab?"
"But that's not a word."
"Neither is fuliguline. I think. Anyway, just seeing if you're paying attention."
His eyes rolled.
"And one of my most favorite things in the whole world is running in the desert. You know, on account of my chocolate habit."
"Fascinating," he said as he checked his watch.
"Yeah," I said. "It gives me a chance to see a rabbit or two and even coyotes."
"I'm not sure I believe anything you've said," he said. "Are you being truthful?"
I paused. "Well, mostly. Except for one thing."
But the buzzer rang. And the speed daters darted for the next table.