Pt. 2 of Catch-Up: "Napo Says"

Exercise #74 : "Napo Says"

One way to bring energy into your writing is to bring in other voices. Try this: write something - anything - that includes at least 2 of the following quotations by Napoleon I:
"There is only 1 step from the sublime to the ridiculous."
"[The Channel] is a mere ditch."
"Not tonight, Josephine."
"An army marches on its stomach."
Go.

Josephine quickly smudged rouge on her cheeks and nibbled gently on her lips, encouraging the blood to flow attractively to the surface of her skin. Making one last glance at herself, she smoothed a stray hair in the bathroom mirror and went to greet her husband.

Striking a dramatically sexy pose in the doorway, Josephine puffed out her lips seductively and stuck out her chest, but Aaron entered the bedroom with his nose shoved deeply into the newspaper. It was almost as if she didn't exist.

Still absorbed in a column, Aaron slipped off his shoes and plopped down on the bed, absentmindedly loosening his tie.

"Hey, honey," he muttered, walking right past her.

"Hey," she said, doing her best to sound come-hither-ly. She sauntered slowly towards the bed, playing with the collar of her negligee, but his attention was unwavering.

Josephine sat next to her husband and began to drag her fingers lightly over his right hand.

"Can you believe this?" he said. "We have men and women fighting for us over there, and we're not sending them enough food? It's ludicrous! I mean, an army marches on its stomach. How are they supposed to protect us if they don't have the proper sustenance?"

"Why don't you put the newspaper down, sweetie?" she said, placing her hand on his chest, a gesture she knew drove him wild. "Let's have some fun, huh?"

With a sigh, Aaron said, "Not tonight, Josephine."

Thoroughly deflated, Josephine got off the bed and changed into her normal pajamas. It had been worth a try.

She would call her attorney the next day and begin finalizing her divorce proceedings.

END

Oh, sad. Sad, sad, sad... Unfortunately, that's where my mind is at this moment. I guess it's best to write what I'm feeling for therapy purposes... Oy. I can't wait until this fades away.

Anyways, that's all for today. :) Thanks for stopping by!

Peace.
Stef.

Comments

Cinders said…
Nice exercise. I don't think I've come across one like this. :)
Isabella said…
I really like it. Gets you thinking about the history & details behind a comment.

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