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Distaste

by on October 6, 2012

This post was written for Trifecta’s weekend challenge, which was to use a metaphor or simile to describe one of the pictures they provided.

Sasha eyed the lollipop with aristocratic distaste, as if she were Jane Austen’s ghost and she had just learned that those silly Americans had added sea monsters to her perfectly good romantic novel.

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11 Comments
  1. I love your choice of words “aristocratic distaste”.

  2. That is perfectly distasteful! Great take on the prompt.

  3. Gina permalink

    Love the Jane Austen reference AND “aristocratic distaste”. Very clever!

  4. LOL… nice story. the pic is cute πŸ™‚

  5. Ha! I loved this. The tone was just perfect. I loved the flavor of Bulwer-Lytton in there.

    • The Bulwer-Lytton bad opening line contest is one of my favorite sites on the Internet. πŸ™‚

      • Christine permalink

        As long as you don’t think I meant this was purple prose! There was just the barest hint that made me smile.

  6. Was she born with ‘aristocratic distaste’ or is that something you have to teach?

    • She’s born with it, I expect. Somebody else’s kid may have to be taught it, but she has a look in her gimlet eye that tells me, yep, that’s straight from the genes.

  7. I have often thought that about Jane Austen!

    • I’ve actually been meaning to read more of her work; so far I’ve only read Emma.

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