On the fifth day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me
Four pumpkin cakes
Three cough drops
Two cuddly cats
And a family that’s dear to me.
D: Five syllables? But it is a four-syllable phrase.
A : I know. That’s why its funny.
D: But . . . but. . .
A: Go with it, D.
D: Only if you can actually come up with a five-syllable word.
A: I have lots: refrigerator.
D: Mmm, cannibalism.
A: D, it’s five-syllable words, not word association. Ew.
D: (Eye roll) Fine, what about decontaminate?
A: Yes please – can we start with my house and my office? Just swab it down with bleach and maybe this cold will get better.
D: That’s simply self-preservation.
A: Do hyphenated words count?
D: Because I said so. You’re not contributing, A.
A: Sorry, what? I was looking at a book. It’s a preoccupation of mine.
D: Very nice.
A: Wow, was that appreciation?
D: Maybe. What are you doing, A?
A: Checking for marks. I hear the body snatchers always leave them.
D: I’m not real, remember?
A: I was speaking figuratively, D.
D: And here I was hoping for some consideration.
A: Ooh, fair play. You know, we could do this all day.
D: Well, I could – you may lack the sophistication.
A: Are you saying I have some sort of inadequacy?
D: . . . .do you really want me to answer that, Snuffles?
A: . . . No.
D: Didn’t think so. It’s inevitable, A.
D: The end.
A: The end . . .
D: Of this dialogue.
A: Say it ain’t so, D!
D: I mean for the day, A.
A: Oh, so you were speaking figurativly, then?
D: Always with the last word.
A: Hyphens count!
D: Only because you’re ill, A. Only because you’re ill.
A: Ha! I win! ‘Night folks!
This is the fifth in a series on my own brand of NaNoWriMo – or rather, my Non-NaNo. This installment was brought to you by lotion facial tissues, menthol cough drops and the letter E. stay tuned for what tomorrow will bring (I know I am!).