Hump Day Kick Start – My Soda Pop Spilled, Someone Must Pay Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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This one’s for the boys. Sometimes I like going old school. As always, bonus points if you know who this beauty really is.

So, tell me about our girl. Who is she? Why is she in the diner? Why is the glass spilled? Who spilled it? What is her expression? Who/what is she looking at? Is she a girl jilted by her lover? Maybe he just asked her best friend to share a black cow with him. Ouch! Is she a crazed housewife plotting revenge? A psychopath? Has she lost everything? Could this be the moment just before a dream of a man pulls up in his hot rod?

You tell me. What’s your take on this pic?

9 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – My Soda Pop Spilled, Someone Must Pay Edition

  1. The wonderful thing about teenage boys, thought Stacey, was that they were always so eager. She watched as bus boy–Jeff–according to the red patch on his chest,as he mopped the floor and wiped off the counters. “Whoops,” Stacey said, knocking over her half-full Cherry Coke.

    “Let me get that for you, ma’am.” Jeff hustled right over.

    Stacey smiled slyly and Jeff blushed. It was almost closing time and she had an itch than needed scratching… And the kitchen floor could use a good scrub as well.

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Niiiice. This is a great, naughty little tale, Kristen. Love the all the play on words. 😀

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  3. I love how you chose the name Stacey!…and you spelled it correctly!!!!! 🙂

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  4. Will Graham says:

    “If I have to sit here ONE MORE MINUTE waiting for my Black and White Cookie, I’m gonna tell WILLIAM and he’ll come in here and straighten this crap out!”

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  5. jbrayweber says:

    We cannot let The Pistol wait for that cookie, Will. Things can get ugly.

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  6. jeff7salter says:

    glad to see you worked a “Jeff” into this tale. The girl is cute!

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    Thanks for a cute FEMALE again… but lousy crop on the photo, we can’t see her, uh, lower half.
    Anyhow, here’s Belinda’s story:
    Elroy, the soda jerk, was also acting like a jerk.
    All Belinda wanted was to sip her shake and rest her eyes, but Elroy kept chattering, messing with her area of the counter, and (generally) hitting on her.
    Believe me, Elroy was NOT the man of Belinda’s dreams.
    Over in the corner, Derek had been monitoring the entire drama and he approached slowly. Dark, and a bit broody, Derek rode a chopper and was known to be able to handle himself.
    “Is this creep bothering you, Belinda?” asked Derek.
    She looked up into his dark eyes and shook her head. “No, it’s okay. He’s just showing off.”
    Elroy should have found a remote part of the counter and tended to other business, but couldn’t resist adding his two cents. “She’s been begging me to go out with her and all I’ve been doing is trying to let her down easy.”
    Belinda glared but did not verbally correct him.
    Derek, however, had seen and heard everything, so –in one swift movement that was more of a blur than any distinct action — he yanked Elroy over the counter, spilling the milkshake, and heaving Elroy into the red vinyl booth nearby.
    “I hope this little incident has not put you off your shake,” said Derek to Belinda.
    Grateful for the assistance and newly-aware of deeper feelings for Derek, Belinda replied, “Not all. Thanks. In fact, I saved you my cherry.”

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  8. jbrayweber says:

    HA! Jeff, you cheeky thing, you. Love it!

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  9. jeff7salter says:

    now why can’t we see the rest of Belinda?

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