Its everyone's favorite time of the week; the moment you've all been waiting for: Three Blind Muse. This week we did, as the title suggests, Binge Gossip Hamburger. Three Excellent Choices.
But before we go ahead, we need to tally the scores from last week:
No votes. Zero.
And for this week's entries:
Ghost Twinkies
Amanda’s was an obsession. Keeping late hours, she could be seen traveling around town, chatting with those she met along the way, giving them impassioned pleas for help, assuring them she was in the know, pausing only briefly to crowd out her tired in a binge of designer coffee and fast food hamburgers, recharged, only to rush off again for more.
Family became an afterthought. Children were neglected. Teachers and fellow parents alike would gossip. What made her this way? How could her husband not get her help? Was there anything they could do? Was there someone you could call about this type of thing?
She knew that it was only a matter of time. If she could just keep up her stamina, keep her thoughts focused, stay in the hunt for just a few more hours, she would get there. If there was a simpler way, then she hoped one day she could find it. But for now, if she was going to get the signatures she needed to put Proposition 13: A Resolution to Ban the Dye Yellow 14 from Cream Filled Pastry Type Products on the ballot, then this was how it needed to be done.
Looking for Answers
Sarah pulled her head up from the toilet. She had gone to an extreme with her binge. It started innocently enough with yogurt and some grapes. But then she added cookies, a reheated hamburger, a bag of potato chips… After that her memory was foggy.
She hated binging. But lately the smallest thing could send her into a tailspin. Today it had been overhearing some gossip at the office. Rebecca, the receptionist, was whispering to Craig that the boss was going to fire someone. Neither had mentioned Sarah’s name, but as she ruminated on what she had heard she began to convince herself that her days were numbered. Then, as she left the office for the day, her boss was leaving, too. But he had walked right by her. Hadn’t even bothered to say good-bye. Well, that was enough for Sarah to sink into a deep depression.
She tried to fight the urge to stuff her face when she got home, but things got out of control quickly. And now she was here, under the glare of the bathroom lights.
“What now?” she asked, cringing at the reflection she saw in the mirror.
So, what do you think? Is there a clear winner this week? Use the comment section below or send an email torcdavis3rd@gmail.com to enter your vote for this week's Three Blind Muse winner. We'll announce the winner next week.
The three words for next week's contest are:
Duty Bra Crowd
Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
We'll be putting our stories together here at Ashford Living.
And if you want to be a guest writer, send your story to me, rcdavis3rd@gmail.com
Remember to follow the rules. If you do, we'd be more than happy to have you in the show!
