My Assignment

I still have something left in the old noggin as far as creativity. For example, one of my unnamed children (or stepchildren) posed a challenge to me. "Here is a list of vocabulary words", the offending child said. "I have to come up with a story using all of the words by tomorrow morning." This was at 8pm. By 8:30, I came up with the following story (with the offending words in italics:

Waylon Payton entered the conference room prepared to argue the omnibus issues connected with Frankfort, Ohio's upcoming semicentennial. Payton's senescent adversary, Clint Nixon, was certain to be using a variety of tortuous arguements to bolster his own stringent iedea as to how the town's celebration should be conducted.

A chill came upon Waylon Payton as he dreaded the expected clamorous opposition to his ideas, to his hopes and to his vision. Perhaps Nixon would allude to some of Payton's promiscuous past, something that Payton had been trying to shake for years, but was used against him often so as to win an arguement.

Payton sat down opposite Nixon, looked, then was enveloped by a sudden sense of levity. He realized that despite the fact that Nixon was ridgedly upright in his chair, he wasn't breathing - and all images of any arguements between the two were now gone in the ether.

Only one question remained. Call the mortuary or call an ambulance?

I'm still waiting for my grade from the 7th grade teacher who handed out the assignment. My grade! The offending student had to take summer school for not passing that particular English course. He had missed too many other assignments for my piece of work to make a difference.

We're in winter break, now and by golly I don't have any of my sons' assignments to take care of. At least for another week and a half.

More stories at another time.

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