Saturday, April 19, 2008
Writing Exercise Result 6
Basking in the murmurs of adoration that greeted the surprise announcement, EE peered out from behind the stage curtain. Dozens of eager donors crowded near the auctioneer.
"So for a date with Evil Editor, what am I bid?"
Hmmm. Cute, EE thought, but no chest. Wonder if she's legal? Not sure she's worth violating my probation after that last girl who claimed she was eighteen.
Oh God. Look at all those gray hairs. Someone outbid her, quick!
No, not her! I meant someone who doesn't look like a German swimmer.
Dammit, Miss Snark, put your hand down.
EE's head swiveled around, trying to locate the owner of that honeyed lilt and oh-so-confidant tone. Yes, there -- standing by the buffet. Mmmm. Long legs, J-Lo lips, a figure that could do justice to the thongiest of swimsuits. That's her! Stop the bidding. Please, oh please, oh please. Stop now.
Speed it up. Speed it up.
Nooo! Not the librarian. Not-- Oh, good, she's just signaling for another drink.
"Gone! Sold for $5000." The auctioneer beamed. "And who's the lucky bidder?"
The smile on the Southern miss went wide as the Mississippi delta. "Oh, it's a proxy bid, sweetie. My client wants to remain anonymous. Let's just call him Bill, shall we?"
Bill? Bill? Oh hell. Not again. Maybe I'm taking this anonymity thing too far. Turning on her 4-inch heel, EE stamped off to find a drink -- preferably something with fruit and a lot of rum.
Posted by Evil Editor at 10:25 PM