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Creamed Corn - Karjon's wee challenge for "The Fugitive"
Back against the wall, she lamented going in. She knew better. She knew she'd get beaten again by the goddamn prick. The gun, though secondary to the creamed corn, was a necessary fixture like the cross hanging around her neck ' more symbolic than anything else. It was there to send a message to someone who wouldn't understand the damn thing to begin with so when he advanced upon her, aware of the pistol but dismissing it as a prop she blasted a hole through him that splattered blood and creamed corn against the wall.
So here she is.
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Matthew, creamed corn? What did you have for dinner?
I got it! The argument was over the creamed corn. She wanted corn on the cob but he didn't. So-after they ate, she decided she was going to win the argument regardless of what he wanted. No? |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2007-08-24 17:28
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Matthew - I haven't the foggiest notion what the story is with the creamed corn. Help - I have to know.
Despite that, I enjoyed the scene you created.
I wanted a comma before 'so' and after 'prop' but that might just be in my head (reading 'aloud' in my head).
But tell me, please - what the hell am I missing?
Cheers
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Before I read your work I prepare myself for the unimaginable. It's quite interesting, really.
I'm not too sure I can eat creamed corn again. Despite the fact that I never ate it in the first place, I doubt my diet will miss it all that much.
Very nice write. Good description. Enjoyed the read, as usual. :) |
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