OLWG #233- Of Traitors, Women, and Hats

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Branwen chased her black slouchy cap down the alleyway and, as she got close, believing she couldn’t miss, she pounced, soiling her chemise dress. She watched helplessly as the wind pulled the cap further away and around the corner where it headed east on Waller toward Buena Vista Park. She lifted herself on her forearms, looked down, took in the state of her dress, and decided that the hat should be considered lost.

She stood, crossed her arms across her breast, turned and headed back home. Disappointment etched clearly across her face.

Two blocks down, Ana Maria Lopez de Casas Cordero was exiting her taxi. The cab that had brought her home from visiting her grandchildren. She was struck by the knitted black hat. Initially, she didn’t recognize it for what it was, but she snatched it from where it had stuck, wrapped around her leg. She shook it out and stuffed it into her carrier bag. She was deferring closer examination and analysis until she could get inside.

After checking, she thought it might be a hat, but it seemed too long, more like a sock, but it was too big for a sock. Then she realised it was a bag. A soft, knit shopping bag of some sort, it looked as though it might be perfect for cradling delicate bayas when carrying them home from the market. She decided to keep it and threw it atop the washer. She would need to make sure it was clean before she took it shopping.

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