Trifecta Challenge – Wretched
This post is a response to the weekly writing challenge from Trifecta. Not only is this a challenge, it’s a competition. One that comes with the rewards of triumph, increased feelings of self satisfaction and having your wondrous words featured on Trifecta. Join in and be judged, you know you have the words to kick some literary bootay.
This week’s word: wretched
She was wretched. In all manners of the word. Her stiffly tangled hair, rough from too much contact with the unforgiving back of the worn recliner. Her attire, too cavernous, was unwittingly revealing. Her demeanor, violently cavalier or embarrassingly meek dependent on the company, the weather, the cycles of the moon. And, most pathetically, her lot in life. The one, gleaming with promise, she had carelessly selected, ordered and paid for. The one that fit snugly about her, except for the tiny sharp edge that she fingered over and over, startled each time by the jolt.