I play FLY, using the L of EXPLODES.
I sit back in my chair and close my eyes,
waiting for the sensation of rising up from my chair. Waiting to fly.
Stupid. I open my eyes, and there's a fly.
Stupid. I open my eyes, and there's a fly.
An insect, buzzing around above the Scrabble board,
surfing the thermals from the tepid cup of tea.
That proves nothing. The fly could have been there anyway.
I need to play something unambiguous. Something that cannot be misinterpreted.
I need to play something unambiguous. Something that cannot be misinterpreted.
Something absolute and final. Something terminal. Something murderous.
My wife plays CAUTION, using a blank tile for the N. 18 points.
My rack is AQWEUK, plus the B in my mouth.
My wife plays CAUTION, using a blank tile for the N. 18 points.
My rack is AQWEUK, plus the B in my mouth.
I am awed by the power of the letters, and frustrated that I cannot wield it.
Maybe I should cheat again, and pick out the letters I need to spell SLASH or SLAY.
Then it hits me. The perfect word. A powerful, dangerous, terrible word.
I play QUAKE for 19 points.
I wonder if the strength of the quake will be proportionate to how many points it scored.
Then it hits me. The perfect word. A powerful, dangerous, terrible word.
I play QUAKE for 19 points.
I wonder if the strength of the quake will be proportionate to how many points it scored.
I can feel the trembling energy of potential in my veins. I am commanding fate.
I am manipulating destiny.