Sherri ended the call, pulled her wrap to fit more closely to cover the scar on her shoulder. She had almost choked on her words. He believed the lie; he believed she was a fool. Making her way to the vanity, she leaned against it’s corner edge to peer into the mirror, lifted a curl and gave it a dash of spray. This sham was about to begin – her version of a shell game. Somehow she must act excited, smile, shimmy, allure, and entice. By dawn it will be over. The scar will remain but it will have been avenged.
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A Wordle Challenge #415 sponsored by The Sunday Whirl. Use the following words in a form of your choice. Sham, lift, spray, dawn, shimmy, wrap, fit, choke, call, shell, corner, scar
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
A God fearing (or loving?) person talking about revenge 😊
I did feel bad about offering a story without redemption being a part of it. But I figured if I added a paragraph about a woman entering her room with a Gideon Bible in hand, telling her about Jesus Christ dying for her and that he would make all things right, etc, Pranab might just think I was being a Bible Thumper and would not receive the gospel I was presenting to him via dear Sherri and her conversion. 😀
😊😊Bible Thumper. Reminds me of a story from long ago.
After the British took over our country(yes, current state was a country then) in 1826, inevitably missionaries (and Bible Thumpers) followed. Hindus worship the Tulsi (akin to sweet basil) plant and all Hindus used to have (and many still have) a Tulsi plant in a prominent place in their courtyard. One missionary, preaching and trying to convince the people that the Christian God is more powerful than Hindu gods told the people that he would crush the Tulsi plant and nothing would happen to him as God would protect him. He proceeded to do that and told people that nothing happened to him as God protected him. People were horrified but could not do anything, afraid of the repercussion that would follow if they manhandled the preacher. But the village jester / conman shouted, ” sahib, that’s our small god. You can’t handle our big God.”. Sahib got angry and asked the guy to show him. The guy led the preacher to a “chorut” plant ( I do not know the English name, but the action is much more than tan poison ivy). Preacher started pulling out the plant and as people said the rest is history😂.
By the way, we Assamese are indebted to two American missionaries, Miles Bronson and Nathan Brown, for the help in restoring our language(Assamese / অসমিয়া / Axomiya) to an official language in the state. British had forced Bengali language on the population for nearly forty years beginning in 1836.
I’m laying my sword down. Sometimes you are too nice to stab. 😀