As usual, it took forever to post the contest results because it was so hard to decide! Thanks to everyone who entered. It's really fun to see what you come up with.
Here are the results
What connected the prompt words:
Jacqui L. Landry 7:21pm (you missed that Claire Dewitt was compared to The Intuitionist)
Brandon 10:43pm got it totally right!
Terri Coop 9:53pm got it more than right (I loved the "pretty dope" list reference!)
Special recognition for outstanding achievement in word usage:
Matthew 4:32 am for "Poppa Rotsy"
Briandbuckley 8:19am for "And a silette is?" "A female silo"
Kregger 9:15am for "ornithomoron"
Amazing use of the word prompts
These entries made the first round of finalists:
J.P. Kurzitz 8:07pm
Joel Q Aaron 3:57pm
These entries made the second round of finalists:
Kelly S 6:03pm
These entries made the third round of finalists:
The Daring Novelist 8:15pm
The next three are the final choices:
“What are you willing to do for it?” She balanced the bottle at the tip of her fingers as if it meant nothing. My mind went blank as it wobbled.
“Do? For it?” Christ, what was I? A parrot?
A dope, I reached to catch the water not noticing the Silette until both hands slid behind her back.
“Not an intuitionist then.” Her eyes could have cut glass.
Then it was gone; she was gone. The door sounded final. I scrambled, stopped by the chain on my ankle.
Anything. I’d do anything. But the words caught, dry, in my throat.
When (experimental) linguist Henry married (recovering) intuitionist Virginia, people wondered. And rightly so, for despite their intelligence, they never quite assumed the gravity of their parental charge.
Their first child swallowed language as all toddlers do--more a parrot than a proficient, but a willing pupil all the same. He entered the wider world, however, to discover the legacy he had inherited.
This Silette snapshot, taken his first day of kindergarten, captures the essence of his profoundly confused discovery that Henry and Virginia, out of caprice or simply too much dope, had only taught him to speak pig Latin.
Walking in, the first thing I see is the camera on the pawnshop counter.
“Is that a vintage Agfa Silette?!” I cry.
“Vintage?” parrots the bargain hunter. I ignore him - a weekend dabbler who thinks intuition is the only tool needed to find that magic sale.
“Frankie,” I say to the clerk, “If you’re willing I can give you seventeen bucks today, another fifty tomorrow.”
“Forget it!” says Dabbler. “I’ll give you sixty now!”
Frankie sighs at me but takes Dabbler’s cash. The poor dope swans out the door.
“You are evil,” Frankie says. I grin and slip back behind the counter.
I had to read each of those final entries three times again to decide. It was HARD!
The winner of the contest, and an autographed copy of CLAIRE DEWITT AND THE CITY OF THE DEAD by Sara Gran is Sarah 4:30pm.
Sarah, if you'll email me your mailing address we'll get the book in the mail to you!