Visual Dare: Grimalkin on 5th Avenue
Here are exactly 150 words for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. I couldn’t pass up the photo this week.
“Bubble, bubble, toil and—”
“Can it, Flo!” Margie barked.
“I’m freezing,” whined Sue. “I want to go home.”
“Not any warmer in Scotland, ninny,” said Margie, fumbling in her purse for a stick of gum. “Chew this. We promised we’d meet again, in thunder, lightning or rain.”
Sue huddled under her umbrella, “My new pumps are ruined.”
Flo stared off at the rain-smeared Manhattan skyline, “Fair is foul, foul is fair.”
Margie resisted the urge to slap her. Flo always imagined herself as the poetic one: Flo is short for “flowers”, she used to say.
“Florence, please get in position.” Margie smiled till her teeth ached.
They all took their place at the base of the courthouse steps.
A man in a pinstriped suit with perfect creased pants hurried past them.
Margie raised her voice, “Mr. Macbeth, who shall be king hereafter.”
The lawyer turned and they had him.