Chills of Fear?
Bench Pressing Strong Verbs
So, here I am, writing a story, using strong verbs, using them in the random order drawn from my list of 179: develop, extrapolate, envision, initiate, constitute, juxtapose, depend on, compute, impress, and assume.
How, I must wonder, do such words fit into stories of young tour guides at French Chateaus?
Arms folded, hugging herself against cold washing over her, creeping up nylon-covered legs, caressing her bare throat, Tammy stared at the old woman’s shop, Hannah’s words swirling in her head. While waiting for her own thoughts to develop, she tried extrapolating warnings offered in hushed tones deep behind dusty bookshelves against soft snow slowly burying the cobblestone streets.
On first reaching France, hoping for summer adventures before returning home, she hadn’t envisioned attracting a Count’s notice…not really. Every girl harbored fantasies, in their deepest hearts, of dashing princes whisking them away on white horses, but those prince’s seldom initiated events leading to circumstances such as hers.
After brushing snow from long black hair, she walked, or rather, minced down icy cobbles, rueing elegant but impractical heeled boots. Arms flailing to maintain balance, unable to hug herself, she felt those wiggles and jiggles which constituted invitations to young men, and surprising numbers of women. Still walking, she juxtapositioned the suave, urban Count with plain dressed, plain-spoken villagers. If half of the old woman’s tale proved true, Tammy should welcome a peasant’s attention…or escape the village altogether.
But running meant depending on someone for help. For the very features she had computed prior to coming here, a lonely road with bi-weekly bus service, no airport, and haphazard phone service, worked against unnoticed escape.
She stopped, pushed hair from her eyes, and turned to stare at the Chateau. Tall haunting towers and archaic flags still impressed her, provoking chills down her spin having little to do with cold breezes. She had never assumed the Count to be as old as Hannah claimed.
In his heart of hearts, did he imagine her to be the one?