Quintessentially Quilly

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #3. This week, joining the quondam word-list, we have opprobrious, quondom, & casuistry. We also have a whole list of perspicacious writers.  If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment than click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words.  You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

The Price of Silence

Herman Tinker and Roddy Stonehauser stood in front of Mr. Sturn’s desk studying their shoes as Mrs. Strictland listed their opprobrious sins for not only the principal, but their parents as well.  “Your sons are not known for making perspicacious decisions,” she said. “But the fracas they started this time was so foolish that even they couldn’t come up with any casuistry explanations for their volgivagant behavior!”  She pointed at the boys.  “Just ask them!”

The boys stood side-by-side with their eyes fixed upon their shoes.

Mrs. Tinker responded, “My isangelous Hermie surely couldn’t have done anything naughty.  It just isn’t like him.”

Mrs. Strictland raised her eyebrows and stared at Mrs. Tinker, clearly questioning the woman’s intelligence.

Mr. Stonehauser said, “Neither your innuendo about my son nor your cynicocratical glare frighten me, Mrs. Strictland.  Kindly tell me, what is my son accused of?”

“They started a fight in the cafeteria.  A half-a-dozen kids ended up in a brawl and one had to be sent to the hospital.”  It was, Mr. Sturn, the Principal who answered.

Mr. Stonehauser turned to his son, “Roddy, tell me what happened on the playground.”

Roddy looked out of the corner of his eyes toward Herman.  Herman looked out of the corner of his eyes toward Roddy.  Neither boy spoke.

Mrs. Strictland reached into the side pocket of her blue blazer.  “They had about 6 of these,” she said, and opened her hand to reveal a small octagon-shaped, corroded and tarnished coin.  “I don’t know what they really are, but the boys told the some wild tale about them being fairy treasure.  They said the coins gave magic wishes, but only if you find them, not if they were given to you.  Then they yelled, “So look for them!” And tossed the coins across the cafeteria.”

“But –” Mrs. Tinker looked quite flustered.  “Those coins are from my ex-, uh,” she looked at Herman and flinched, “-quondam husband’s numismatics collection. They’ve been in his family for years.  I don’t understand how you came by them.”

“Perhaps you should ask Herman how he came by them?”  The principal suggested.

Mrs. Tinker turned to her son.  “Tell me you didn’t take your father’s coins?”  Her voice waivered.  It was apparent she already knew the answer.

Herman stared at his mother.  His eyes were sad.  His chin quivered a bit.  He looked as though he wanted to speak, but he did not.

“That’s enough of this nonsense!”  Mrs. Stictland snapped.  “Honestly, they are refusing to speak just to goad me.  When I picked up this coin off the floor and the two of them started yammering at me about making wishes, and fairy gold, and magic.  It was all utterly ridiculous and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.  Finally I told them that if I really had a wish, I’d wish them to be quiet for the next 30 years!”

Herman and Roddy looked at each other sadly.

Mrs. Tinker made a funny gurgling noise and fainted.

~*~

Perspicacious players:

• Thom
• Alice
• Nessa
• Betty
• Juliana
• Dr. John
• Reba

Three Word Thursday #4:

Every Thursday I will give you three new words.  You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words.  Then, on that following Thursday, post your story.  After you post, come by here and sign in in the comments.  Then, just like up above, I will put your links up for all to visit.

The Week Four words will be: apanthropinization; paucity & zither

Got it?  Good!  In that case:  Your story is due on:  March 5th, 2009

Author disclaimer:  No actual numismatics, fairy or otherwise, were injured in the writing of this post.