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Brandonni the Great had been his stage name
moniker, way back when he had been a youthful and innovative magician. His Abracadabra
actually did put forth something that surprised and delighted all, including
himself.
But, here he was, all bent over with
arthritis, glowering at those smiling young nurses. “How are we
today, Mr. Brandon…Now, let’s drink down the prune juice, shall we?...?” It was
a nuisance to be around such darn cheerful pretty women.
When the carillon chimed from the nearby
church, the nurses appeared in army formation to wheel the residents to the
dining hall. Please…not creamed corn
again…but there it was, gray goo.
Brandon summoned all the sparks that had once been
part of him, The Great Brandonni. Abracadabra!
A shower of creamed corn fell from the ceiling,
coating each nurse with the gray goo called creamed corn. The screams and profanities were music to the
residents’ ears.
Still
got it! Next time...ice cream?
Each Wednesday Delores at Under the Porch Light traditionally provides six challenging words for participating bloggers to wrestle with and defeat. Recently, her computer betrayed her (bad computer!).
Stepping up to fill her absence is Elephant's Child , an awesome blogger! She has provided two sets of six words from which to choose, or to use all 2 X 6 = 12 with which to create something...poetry, prose, fiction...
To access other bloggers who are participating in this challenge, please click on the bright yellow sphere to the right.
lol you know your a hit when you can make people say ummm crap
ReplyDeleteNursing home residents enjoy any deviation from pattern, such as cream corn from the sky.
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious! Lol!
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by! Glad you enjoyed it.
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ReplyDeleteThat seems an entirely appropriate thing to do with creamed corn. Yay for young (at heart) magicians. Thank you. Smiling broadly here.
ReplyDeleteMagic can be real for those who keep on believing. First time I tasted creamed corn, I almost spit it out.
DeletePrune juice is gross. So is gray creamed corn. Bring on the ice cream.
ReplyDeleteAmen! With ice cream, you cannot go wrong.
DeleteI love this!
ReplyDeletean aging magician who still has it, well done Brandonni the Great.
I used to love creamed corn, it was yellow rather than grey, and chock full of corn bits, now the cans are mostly watery sauce and I don't buy it.
Exactly. Canned creamed corn is reaching low. But my grandmother made hers fresh from her sweet corn, cutting off the corn, and cooking it in cream from our cows. That was what cr. corn should be.
DeleteOh my, canned cream corn, yuk. I guess that is the real meaning of the term, Golden Years.
ReplyDeleteso far, I can't see anything golden about them. The TV commercials show white haired, tanned and healthy senior playing golf at a ritzy retirement home.
DeleteYou did a good job with the writing challenge!
ReplyDeleteRosey! You gotta jump in and do some Wed. Word writing! You have the skills.
DeleteI loved this short story - those that deserved it got their comeuppance in a highly entertaining way :) You have inspired me to check out Elephant's Child site & I think I might give it a go too so thank you for making me do something different to the norm and stepping outside my comfort zone! Special Teaching at Pempi’s Palace
ReplyDeleteWith these crazy words, any type of writing is open. Thanks for your comments!
DeleteLOL! Creamed corn has never seemed so appetizing -- but only in the best of ways! Love what you did with the words, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments! Creamed Corn--gotta love it or gotta hate it.
DeleteI just looked up. Could of sworn, I see some creamed corn. *Splat" to late, not so great :)
ReplyDeleteNice one, Susan.
Gary
Don't you have creamed corn in England? Shall I post some to you??
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