Hump Day Kick Start – Lunch Lady Edition

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

Something for the gentlemen out there. Can’t say that I’m not envious of her legs and shoes.

Tell me about today’s prompt. Who is she and what is she doing? Is she an international spy waiting for a drop? Maybe she’s an assassin carefully strategizing when to make her kill, pondering how it’s a pity her mark is so handsome. Could she be wealthy heiress about to be kidnapped? A black widow who has spied her next victim? Has she been stood up by her lunch date? I mean, clearly she doesn’t intend to eat all that food.

What’s your take? Tell me a tale or caption the pic. I’d love to hear from you.

7 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Lunch Lady Edition

  1. jeff7salter says:

    Shazzam. Finally a visual treat… after a long drought.
    Okay, here’s her story:
    Gazing into the distance, Victoria rehearsed what she’d say when Major Grunion returned.
    Grunion obviously had something on his mind besides his official duties at the Customs Office.
    Victoria’s secret was in her clutch, and Grunion could not be allowed to see it… lest he imprison her for spying.
    So, for now anyway, it was best that she dress in a way to keep his interest on her and off her purse (or its contents).
    She figured she’d selected the right dress, that’s for sure.
    Now, what to say when the Major returns?
    “No, I don’t like spinach… and it doesn’t taste any better when you smush it into a flour tortilla. If you want my attention, dare I say ‘companionship’, you’d better come up with something more refined than pink lemonade… and tastier than spinach sandwich.”
    Yeah, that sounded about right. Should put the major on ‘defense’ and keep his eyes engaged at the same time.
    Now where can she hide the purse (and its contents) while she keeps Grunion off-balance and totally occupied?

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Haha! Victoria’s secret. So cheeky, Jeff. (pun intended) You bring such joy. 🙂

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    wondered if anyone would catch that…

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  4. Will Graham says:

    “This is bullshit. I ordered my Black and White Cookies over ten minutes ago. These people better get their act together, or I’m gonna call WILLIAM to come and straighten these people out…. and it won’t be pretty…..”

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  5. jbrayweber says:

    Good grief, I can see this happening. But the Pistol better not dress like this until I’m dead and gone. Haha!

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  6. Vala Kaye says:

    Cool prompt…thanks! Only I saw it as late afternoon, not lunch. Here’s what I came up with:

    “The Return”

    Alanesia had been away too long.

    She’d grown up in this village, yearning to leave every day, while feeling guilty for desires that would take her far away. A year studying in New York, two more at l’Académie de Danse in Paris, and a grueling world tour were enough to assuage the hunger that had started her journey and eventually brought her acclaim in theatres on six continents.

    So she’d decided to come home to this little, paved square in the middle of town, with its small wooden tables and stemmed glasses of the tart native wine.

    She’d dressed with care, bridging who she’d been when she left with who she’d become, and she arrived early, before sunset. She’d watched for the past hour as life around her transitioned from work to family, and now the air was tinged with the expectation of a night of play.

    People ambled toward the cantina in small groups, the sophisticated, dark-haired beauty causing looks of surprise that soon turned to startled gasps of recognition. Could this be Alanesia, the quiet girl who’d left years ago after her mother’s death to pursue some crazy dream?

    She met their curious gazes with an enigmatic smile and a confidence she’d never had then, direct but not threatening. Then she turned away, as if watching for someone else to arrive, and no one needed two guesses about who it was.

    A few moments later, he walked their way in the gathering twilight, looking cool in a white linen shirt and slacks, a braided brown leather belt cinching his trim waist. Alanesia stood when she saw him and he paused, his expression neutral at first, before a slow, easy smile spread across his tanned face, lighting his dark eyes with pleasure.

    At the edge of the square, music began. People rose, pushing the tables aside, and began to move, finding the beat of the lively melody. He came closer. “Alanesia,” he said, his voice a low, welcoming murmur she barely heard over the song. “You have returned.”

    “Raul.” Taking a step forward, she cautiously placed one elegant hand against his chest. “You’re shorter than I remembered.”

    He glanced down and back up again with another smile and a look of mischief in his eyes. “You’re wearing such tall and dangerous shoes. You’ll never be able to dance in those. Take them off.”

    She did, then moved wordlessly into his embrace, her bare feet comfortable on the smooth, sun-warmed stone. With her shoes went her last reservations about whether or not she’d made the right decision in coming back to the village.

    “Yes, this is how it should be.” She reached up to place her hands on his shoulders as he urged her toward the center of the square, and they fell in with the others, swaying to the rhythm of the same music that their ancestors had danced to. He leaned down and just before his lips met hers, she whispered, “I’m home.”

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  7. jbrayweber says:

    Vala, this is…brilliant! I love it! You painted the character and scene so perfectly, so crystal clear. Bravo!

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