This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below were written for practice.
Practice makes perfect.
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
I waited by the gym and hoped to spot the new girl, Amanda Taylor. She was new in school she was beautiful. I wanted to get to know her. I saw her leaving the building from the English Wing, but she was walking with Donna Rouse.
Shit, this won’t work. Why is Donna there? She needs to leave. I can’t talk to Amanda if Donna Rouse is there.
I stood still, tried to blend in as I watched the girls. They walked together towards the front door, and when they got there Donna said something to Amanda, and Amanda said something to Donna; then Donna peeled off and went back inside the building, Amanda Taylor was walking towards me. She was alone and wearing a regulation skirt (2 inches above her knees) and a tight ecru sweater.
Don’t look at her tits. You’ll get a boner then you won’t be able to talk to her. Look at her legs; yeah look at her legs that’ll be better. NO, don’t look at her legs. That’s not gonna be any better. Look at her face. That’s not much better but, I gotta look somewhere. Think about something else think about baseball. Think about that pitcher for the Dodgers. What’s his name? Koufax, that’s it, Koufax. Here she comes. Fall in step slide right in next to her.
“Hi,” I said, “You’re new here, huh?”
“Yeah,” she replied. She brushed her hair behind her ear and gave me a sideways glance, a lopsided grin. Oh man, this could get embarrassing.
“Are you walking this way?” I asked, “I walk this way. I walk this way every day. Mind if I walk with you? For a little while, at least, I won’t bug you. I mean, I’m not a serial killer, or a weirdo, or anything. I have a sister who might qualify as a weirdo, but not me. I saw you in Chemistry today. It looks like we have that class together. My name’s TN. I heard that you are Amanda.”
She pursed her lips and blew out a long breath.
Sandy Koufax, Sandy Koufax, Sandy Koufax; I shifted my books, thinking it might be better if I carried them low and in front of me.
“Yeah,” she said, “I’m Amanda. Amanda Taylor. I guess I’m the new girl. My dad got transferred here from Washington.”
“Washington state or Washington DC? Your dad must be in the Army, huh? Is he like a General or a Admiral or something? How’d you like Washington? I’ll bet it was pretty cool. I think that a lot of important people live in Seattle. Do you know how to sail? I bet you do, huh?”
She stopped, and I kept walking as she stared into the back of my head. I took about four or five steps before I realized I had lost her and I looked over my shoulder, A couple more steps and I managed to stop too.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“Man, TN,” she blinked her eyes a couple of times, “you gotta slow down. You are one of the most spatid people I’ve ever met?”
“What’s that mean?” I asked her, “What’s spatid? Did you just make that up? I don’t know that word.”
“It means you are very talkative.” She smiled.
“Oh, sorry, I smoked a doobie with Long Gone and Jim right before I ran into you. I’m pretty buzzed.”
Her smile got even bigger and brighter. I was glad my books were where they were. She looked down at the pavement. “Got any more?” she asked.
I’ve been thinking about what to write all week. I think it was Monday when I decided I wanted to make up a word. This evening, after dinner I settled on the word spatid. Then I had to come up with a definition, and maybe some etymology. I made a lot of stuff up at the last minute for this post.
Definition of spatid adjective
1: full of excessive talk: WORDY
2: given to fluent or excessive talk: GARRULOUS
Other Words from spatid
spatidiaciously \ (spə-ˈti-di-ā′shəs-ly) adv
spatidiousness \ (spə-ˈti-də-ŭs-ness) n
spatidiacity (spə-ˈti-di-ās ′ĭ-tē) n
Synonyms & Antonyms for spatid
blabby, chatty, conversational, gabby, garrulous, motormouthed, mouthy, talkative, talky
closemouthed, laconic, reserved, reticent, taciturn, tight-lipped, uncommunicative
Latin spatax (genitive spatacis) “talkative,” from spat “to speak Compare French spatouace, Spanish spataz.
This week’s prompts:
- the observable universe
- good ideas will survive
- love during the pandemic