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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: Bridget's Brother and the Black Bra
By Sarah Elisabeth


Bridget twirled the pencil between her fingers, her thoughts situated as calmly in her mind as corn kernels in a popcorn machine, bouncing in a frenzied chaos. Bridget finally snatched one and began scribbling in her journal to the rhythm of the pops.


OCT. 1st, 2009

Well, something weird happened this afternoon. I’m not sure what to make of it yet, so I will try to relax and reserve judgment.

Okay, so I told my brother, Bobby, that I would drop him off at work so we could clean out his car. He is working two jobs now, leaving him little free time. And the inside of the car resembled a war zone!

I started with the backseat, piled up to the windshield with junk. Mom took on the overloaded trunk.

Sorting through the disgusting jungle of dirty clothes, leftover lunches, and muddy sports gear, I made an, um, interesting discovery. It was solid black…and not something that goes with guys’ soccer gear…... Okay, spit it out Bridget!

It was a solid black bra.

With the straightest face I could manage, I showed the “thing” to Mom. Her expression mirrored mine.

“Okay,” she sighed, not sure whether to grimace or laugh, “I’m withholding judgment on this until I hear Bobby’s story. It would not be the first time we’ve come across something like this that he has a perfectly logical explanation for, even if we can’t think of a single one; not a good one anyway.”


I’m thinking of how my brother has professed his commitment to keeping himself until marriage. I must confess, there are times I do worry. He is 22 years old now; has time strengthened or weakened his resolve? Then there are those guy-ish mood swings he has. Sometimes he is just the sweetest brother and son…then flips to complete unpredictability.

Ah well. I’m with Mom on this one. Going to have to wait for what I’m sure will be a perfectly reasonable account of how this bra got in Bobby’s car.

If only it was not BLACK.


OCT. 2nd, 2009

Haha! Well, we solved the mystery of the black bra!

Oh, how I am wishing for a picture of Bobby’s face when Mom asked him about it. Took a second for his mind to process; then he did the funniest double take, eyes swirling. “Y’all found a WHAT in the car? Where did THAT come from?”

Believing his innocent claims left only one possibility...

The black bra belongs to GRANDMOTHER!

Bingo, mystery solved. Last week we used Bobby’s car to take Granny to Aunt Carole’s house. It must have fallen out of her bag in the backseat. Granny described the bra before Mom even showed it to her!

Oh man, I was doubling over laughing. I could not have made this up if I tried! Who would have thought?


Bridget plopped her suitcase on the floor in her bedroom with a relieved sigh. She and Mom just spent two days at the home of Jason, her oldest brother, minding his kids for the weekend. Bridget merrily anticipated recording the bizarre events from the trip in her journal.

“Ah, it’s good to be – ouch!” Bridget caught herself before crashing the nightstand to pieces. Checking her feet, she discovered Bobby’s shoes. It is quite evident he took advantage of sleeping on Bridget’s ultra soft pillow top mattress in her absence.

Shoving the shoes aside, Bridget closed her door.

Something gray caught her eye. Snatching up the material from the floor where it lay in a careless heap, Bridget detangled the unfamiliar shirt. She is sure this “thing” has never gone through their washer.

“Hmmm, now what is this?” she growled to herself, noticing the V-neck. Is this a guys or girls shirt? It gets harder to tell every day…

Snapping the shirt around to inspect the back, Bridget raises one eyebrow, surveying the imagery most folks try to innocently label as “art.”

Bridget’s mouth twisted into a harsh, accusing frown as the popcorn machine in her head fires up. However, before a single kernel can pop, Bridget’s lips part, giving way to the uncontrollable giggles bubbling up into her throat.

“Ah, and yet still more material for my journal. I can’t wait to hear the “logical” explanation for this one!”

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Jan Ackerson 10/27/09
This is simply and utterly delightful!

My only (teensy) suggestion would be to elminate the long rows of arrows for just three asterisks, far less distracting.

I hope this one does well--I loved it.
Mary Lou Cook10/27/09
Sounds like a typical family happening. How cute. Enjoyed the read.
Mona Purvis10/27/09
Fresh, young thinking. This is a welcome entry into a world where so often we write from a much older perspective. Creative.

Joy Faire Stewart10/27/09
Unique writing on topic and very entertaining. Loved it!
Ruth Brown10/27/09
So well written. You have a gift! Very fun!
Thanks for kind comments on my article too.
Colin Nielsen10/27/09
Enjoyed this one. You're a good writing and I doubt you'll be in level one for long.
Melanie Kerr 10/28/09
I liked the comparison of the state of her thoughts to a popcorn machine - a very clever comparison. I liked your style and the use of italics.
Loren T. Lowery10/28/09
This was a delight to read; and had me guessing for explanations right along with the family. Reminds me of how many times I would have been better off simply biting my tongue. One observation and it comes in the first sentence. "Bridget twirled the pencil between her fingers, her thoughts situated as calmly in her mind as corn kernels in a popcorn machine, bouncing in a frenzied chaos." I would have left out the word frenzied and left chaos to speak for what was going on in her mind. I think the word is strong enough without the modifier. However, that is just my opinion and I truly enjoyed this piece from start to finish!
Carol Slider 10/28/09
This is so delightfully different from everything else I've read this week. I love reading what you write! Well done.
Bryan Coomes10/28/09
From the alliteration of the title through the mystery of the ending, this was an enjoyable read that grabbed my attention and kept it throughout.
Catrina Bradley 10/28/09
Great voice - very fun and fresh. A funny story that made me smile. Your writing is very good!