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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Inspiration/Block (for the writer) (05/20/10)

TITLE: Cure for Adel-T
By Sharon Laughter
05/25/10


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“ADELAIDE T. MINDWARPE! COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!” Mavis trumpeted toward her daughter’s small form, which was now engaged in hasty retreat.

Adelaide whirled around facing her mother and jutted out her chin. “I will NOT!”

Mavis gasped in horror. “Have you forgotten, young lady, that our guests will be shortly arriving? Now then, I will summon Bessie to aid you in dressing.” Hands on hips, the woman fairly trembled at Adelaide’s defiance. Shocking!

“I have nothing to write about and therefore cannot read.” Adelaide T. announced, hipping her hands as well.

“Adelaide! Preposterous! Your rattle was a quill ! Don't be silly! You love these dinners and recitation! It is your very talent that draws our friends and neighbors from near and far! You know the meal alone requires weeks of preparation.”

“Mother, they still may eat. But I still have nothing to write nor read.”

“Impossible! I’ve seen you at your desk more this week than before.”

Adelaite T. slitted her eyes and stomped a foot which sent a few pebbles skittering. “I said I have nothing to write nor read!”

Mavis hesitated, deciding on an altered approach. Lowering her eyes to half-mast, she expressed her concerns a little more gently. “Why ever not, dear? We shall remedy the problem at once!”

“I want to play with Flossie.”

Adelaide's mother widened her eyes in sudden understanding. “Oh dear. Of course, of course. Please forgive me for my complete ignorance concerning the needs of a creative mind! By all means, run on ahead and take a few minutes to recollect your thinking.” She fairly deflated in relief.

The remark, however, only seemed to further agitate Adelaide. She whirled back around and tromped off, fairly strangling Portence Persneedy who was tightly clutched in the crook of her arm. Portence –thankfully, stuffed doll that she was- resisted not.

Waiting for as long as she dared, Mavis cracked open her daughter's bedroom door and peered inside. Adelaide was perched on the pink canopied bed and engaged in brushing her pet's silver fur. “I’ve brought you tea cakes and lemon cream,” she announced with some reservation. Swishing the rest of the way inside, she placed the tray carefully on the small tea party table. “Feeling better?”

“I feel fine,” Adelaide said, shooting her mother a defiant look. “But I have nothing to write nor read. And you can’t make me!”

“ADEL-T!”

Mavis crooked a wagging finger toward her daughter’s nose. “I will not brook any nonsense, young lady. We will expect you to perform after dinner this evening and you will not disappoint!”

“Mother, that is the point! I have no point! I have nothing to write nor read.” Adelaide went back to attending her pet.

“And why NOT?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is just not acceptable, Adel-T. You will indeed find a point, or you will NOT leave this room for a month of Sundays!”

Adelaide shrugged.

Mavis sighed. “Pleeeeze Adel-T?”

“Mother, if I can’t make me, you can’t make me. I have nothing to write nor read.” With that, Adelaide slid off the bed considering the matter settled. After nestling Flossie comfortably at the foot of her bed, she marched to the bookshelf. Snatching her a favorite, “Bonnet and Blessings, she layed down and opened the book, as if raising a shield.

Mavis regretfully acknowledged dismissal and defeat and slumped toward the door. It would seem that only prayer now would be able to convert his disturbing concern of her daughter’s young mind. But, what if not? A most alarming turn of events, this. The gossip that would ensue! Adelaide’s genius finally turned her mind mad, they would say. Mavis whipped a slender hand to her mouth in horror. Could this mean an end to her skill? Would she toss her talent aside like some forgotten old shoe? Or instead was there nothing left of the drink, not so much as a dribble? Surely not! This condition could not last! There must, simply must be a cure! Someone somewhere had to know of this malady of mind! Renewed with purpose and fervor, Mavis quickly gathered up her voluminous skirts and dashed down the hall.


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stanley Bednarz 05/28/10
You never fail to create colorful characters and in this case fleshed them out with dialogue.This interaction kept my attention. Toward the end I wanted less exclamations and more inner turmoil, but that may just be selfish on my part, and or I wanted it to end differently. But I think I get it? The daughter is the story the mother wishes to write,"control." If so, you have made an excellent point!

You exhibit a style and voice that is rich with color. Amen.
AnneRene' Capp 05/30/10
Writers block - malady of mind, love it! This was not only professional in every respect, it was giftedly absorbing.