Ample

Lilly Jean sat beside Howard; flipped open her menu. “I ain’t saying good morning to you, Dumbass.”

Howard swiveled upon his stool to acknowledge his stepmother, a woman three years his junior, and was accosted by her cleavage. He turned away; added three packets of sugar to his coffee.

Must you store your drink there?” Bitsy nodded at the sports bottle tucked in Lilly Jean’s ample bosom. “You’re nauseating my customers.”

“I don’t think so.” Lilly Jean reached into her purse; withdrew a pick. “Ever since I came to town, business has picked up for you.” She fluffed her hair then whipped out a can of hair spray.

“You’re not spraying that in my diner.”


Lilly Jean frowned and pulled out a bottle of red nail polish. “I don’t think Daddy Sheriff brought me here for love, Howie. I think he brought me here to fix you.”  She painted her pinkie.  “But I don’t think you’re the fixable type.”

Howard took a sip of coffee.
“Your daddy never said a thing about you when he proposed.  I’m not sure I woulda’ married him, had I known.  I got things to do, Howie.” She made her hand into a loose fist, turned it over and began blowing upon her nails.  “Did you know, I was…”

“Runner up in Miss Tennessee. You might have mentioned that.” Bitsy said.
“I was also in a television commercial.”

“For shoes.  You ordering today, Lilly Jean or did you mistake my restaurant for a beauty parlor?”
“This ain’t no beauty parlor, Bitsy. Coffee, black. And toast with a smidge of butter. Don’t be letting that cook of yours butter it so much I have to wring out the bread.” She spread the fingers upon her right hand. “I been here eight months and not one woman has made any effort to get to know me and you know why?” Lilly Jean leaned towards Howard; made to whisper. “They’re all jealous.”

For the first time in eighteen years, Howard snickered.

 This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.    The word was ample.  This is a rework of something I wrote earlier.  Hoping to return to this story soon.
This has also been linked to Yeah, Write.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Ample

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Ample

Lilly Jean sat beside Howard; flipped open her menu. “I ain’t saying good morning to you, Dumbass.”

Howard swiveled upon his stool to acknowledge his stepmother, a woman three years his junior, and was accosted by her cleavage. He turned away; added three packets of sugar to his coffee.

Must you store your drink there?” Bitsy nodded at the sports bottle tucked in Lilly Jean’s ample bosom. “You’re nauseating my customers.”

“I don’t think so.” Lilly Jean reached into her purse; withdrew a pick. “Ever since I came to town, business has picked up for you.” She fluffed her hair then whipped out a can of hair spray.

“You’re not spraying that in my diner.”


Lilly Jean frowned and pulled out a bottle of red nail polish. “I don’t think Daddy Sheriff brought me here for love, Howie. I think he brought me here to fix you.”  She painted her pinkie.  “But I don’t think you’re the fixable type.”

Howard took a sip of coffee.
“Your daddy never said a thing about you when he proposed.  I’m not sure I woulda’ married him, had I known.  I got things to do, Howie.” She made her hand into a loose fist, turned it over and began blowing upon her nails.  “Did you know, I was…”

“Runner up in Miss Tennessee. You might have mentioned that.” Bitsy said.
“I was also in a television commercial.”

“For shoes.  You ordering today, Lilly Jean or did you mistake my restaurant for a beauty parlor?”
“This ain’t no beauty parlor, Bitsy. Coffee, black. And toast with a smidge of butter. Don’t be letting that cook of yours butter it so much I have to wring out the bread.” She spread the fingers upon her right hand. “I been here eight months and not one woman has made any effort to get to know me and you know why?” Lilly Jean leaned towards Howard; made to whisper. “They’re all jealous.”

For the first time in eighteen years, Howard snickered.

 This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge.    The word was ample.  This is a rework of something I wrote earlier.  Hoping to return to this story soon.
This has also been linked to Yeah, Write.

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28 Comments:

At September 18, 2012 at 1:42 PM , Anonymous jaum said...

Love the ongoing story... More?

 
At September 18, 2012 at 2:21 PM , Anonymous Jesterqueen said...

Oh ZAP. That's awesome. And Bitsy was standing right there to see it, yes?

 
At September 18, 2012 at 2:35 PM , Anonymous Annabelle said...

Heh. Good for Howard. And that detail about the bottle in the cleavage is so telling!

 
At September 18, 2012 at 2:52 PM , Anonymous Carrie said...

oh that Lilly Jean. She's delightful :)

 
At September 18, 2012 at 3:00 PM , Anonymous Flippa Bird said...

I'm digging this ongoing story! Your characters are spot on!

 
At September 18, 2012 at 4:23 PM , Anonymous Kathleen said...

Howard and Lilly Jean are quite a pair. I'm not sure which one I like more. Tell us more!

 
At September 18, 2012 at 4:24 PM , Anonymous Mayor Gia said...

Hahahha very nice. And "ample" and "bosom" just BELONG together. Like peanut butter.

 
At September 18, 2012 at 4:52 PM , Anonymous Victoria KP said...

I love Howard's snicker at the end.

 
At September 18, 2012 at 8:57 PM , Anonymous JannaTWrites said...

This was an entertaining read. I liked Howard's snicker at her comment about everyone being jealous. Poor thing doesn't have a clue :)

 
At September 18, 2012 at 9:34 PM , Anonymous TriGirl said...

Well, people (women I suppose) put cell phones in their bras-I've seen it firsthand-so why not bottles? That little lady sounds completely out of her element.

 
At September 18, 2012 at 9:40 PM , Anonymous Wisper said...

I found this interesting. I'd like to know more about Howard. Lilly Jean is a character that, at this point, I love to hate. Good job.

 
At September 19, 2012 at 5:54 AM , Anonymous Jen Gienke said...

I really like these characters. They draw me in easily and I want to know their whole story.

 
At September 19, 2012 at 7:11 AM , Anonymous christina said...

god i LOVE your character development & dialogue. always so spot on.

 
At September 19, 2012 at 12:47 PM , Anonymous Stacie @ Snaps and Bits said...

This was entertaining and I totally felt like a fly on the wall. Don't much like her though. I have a friend whose Dad married a woman his age. It's creepy.

 
At September 19, 2012 at 1:43 PM , Anonymous Stephanie B. said...

I love the details: accosted by her cleavage and then 3 packets of sugar. And the water bottle certainly tells us just how ample her cleavage is. And for the first time in 18 years - a snicker... well done... as always!

 
At September 19, 2012 at 5:11 PM , Anonymous Deana said...

This is a really good story line!

 
At September 19, 2012 at 7:04 PM , Anonymous Brian said...

Nice job with this - at first I wasn't sure about the phrases using semicolons, but they grew on me as it went. I see some interesting / funny characters coming into focus in this

 
At September 19, 2012 at 7:09 PM , Anonymous Paula J said...

Accosted by her cleavage. Love it!

 
At September 20, 2012 at 5:40 AM , Anonymous Trifecta said...

I like how you gave the woman some depth towards the end by having her admit that she didn't even know about the son. That puts the blame back on Daddio, and now I'm interested in what's going on. Nice job!

 
At September 20, 2012 at 8:54 AM , Anonymous Gina said...

Accosted by her cleavage was great! You can't buy class and it sounds like marrying this daddy didn't give her any either. Looked the "kid's" snicker at the end! Interesting characters, fun story. Maybe a follow up to see what happens next?

 
At September 20, 2012 at 9:17 AM , Anonymous I, Rodius said...

I'm sure she's a lovely woman if you just get to know her. Nice character study!

 
At September 20, 2012 at 10:01 AM , Anonymous Sandra Tyler said...

Nicely done. natural dialogue, not easy to pull off. And I don't know about Yeah, Write. will check that one out.

 
At September 20, 2012 at 11:22 AM , Anonymous Lumdog said...

These characters are very interesting and the dialogue is very realistic. I'm looking forward to reading more of this story.

 
At September 21, 2012 at 7:37 AM , Anonymous Cristina Kollet said...

“I don’t think Daddy Sheriff brought me here for love, Howie. I think he brought me here to fix you.”--That is a LOT of story in just one line. I loved it.

 
At September 21, 2012 at 7:38 AM , Anonymous Cristina Kollet said...

“I don’t think Daddy Sheriff brought me here for love, Howie. I think he brought me here to fix you.”--That is a LOT of story in just one line. I loved it.

 
At September 22, 2012 at 6:36 AM , Anonymous Ericka Clay said...

My favorite thing in the world is when characters are so well drawn it's like they're sitting right next to me. You've done this and in such a small word count - no easy feat!

 
At September 22, 2012 at 6:37 AM , Anonymous Ericka Clay said...

My favorite thing in the world is when characters are so well drawn it's like they're sitting right next to me. You've done this and in such a small word count - no easy feat!

 
At September 22, 2012 at 12:07 PM , Anonymous SoulDipper said...

You certainly nailed that character. The conflict built subtly - letting me discover - and is unquestionably going to explode. I liked it.

 

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