Welcome to my Take Seven compilation which incorporates all 21 words (or derivatives) from the Three Things Challenge for the past week.
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As always, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this week’s effort.
Our words were:
admonished, bung, capable, close, cower, cringe, expert, frightened, game, heel, hip, locked, monster, reaction, rid, ridiculous, room, share, slid, turn, undignified
The scream was almost deafening. She couldn’t help it and cowered against the wall.
The monster in the bath glared defiantly at her, seemingly relishing in making her cringe.
Her sister came in and rested her hands on her ample hips.
‘Oh for heaven’s sake!’ she admonished, ‘The damn thing’s more frightened of you than you are of it. Don’t be so silly.’
‘Please get rid of it,’ the younger sibling whimpered, annoyed with herself for her reaction but unable to control it.
Her sister left the room and came back with a glass and coaster.
Expertly, she trapped the arachnid and held it up, watching the legs as they slid up and down the smooth inner surface.
‘Look,’ she said, thrusting it forward practically under her sister’s nose. ‘It’s quite harmless.’
‘Don’t!’ she begged, crumpling to the floor in an undignified heap.
The two had never been close, one always teasing the other rather than sharing a sisterly bond.
The elder whipped round on her heel and strode off with the glass and its contents.
When she came back, the younger hadn’t moved and was quietly sobbing into a towel.
‘You really ought to see someone about your phobia you know. This is ridiculous. You’re 35 and a small spider still throws you into a panic.’
‘It’s all right for you,’ she sobbed. ‘You weren’t the one locked in the dark with them crawling all over you.’
‘I’ve said I’m sorry for that. How was I to know that was where Harry bunged all his creepy crawlies when we were kids. It was just a game!’
‘Well, now it’s my turn.’ and with a speed her sister would never have thought her capable of, she shot out of the door and locked it behind her.
‘It wasn’t the little one I was worried about. It was the one behind the shower curtain. I think you’ll need a much bigger glass.’
This time the scream was deafening.