Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield watched the sunrise over Mt. Peppermint; his wakeful posture slightly slumped. His stockings were hung with care, but his overnight hopes were dashed. The Misses Forsythia and Hydrangea – as Naughty and Nice respectively – would likely win best dressed again this year. He was not particularly vain, but it was unacceptable that high hemlines and bountiful cleavage should trump Kris Kringle. Hardly a conundrum worthy of debate night at the Lodge of Particular Fellows, but it stung nevertheless. He’d tried the traditional bowl full of jelly and numerous folkloric costumes: perhaps if he donned an Elizabethan codpiece?
The Daily Post prompt
Three Word Wednesday prompt
Authors note: This link Iron Hollows Fiction goes to the “Iron Hollows” category of 100-drabble fiction segments or click each drabble link below. They are not serially linked but rather vignettes set in and around the fictional town of Iron Hollows.
Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield. True scion of the South: notable for his fashion plate and bachelorhood.
Chromium. An American Blue Gascon fond of sniffing the ladies.
Miss Forsythia and Miss Hydrangea. Perky and together in that way.
Troubadour Peppermint. Deceased founder and savvy huckster.
Sanctimonious Poppermince. Direct male descendant, current mayor and a disappointment.
Generous Tupelo. A woman with eyes for fun and a body for sin.
“the legend of the time before”
“along the non-existent waterfront”
“gunpowder explodes, fireworks delight”
“clouds play peek-a-boo with moon”
“homemade gravy for the grits”
“unsuccessful sultry spring seduction”
“where there is snow there are complaints”
“thankfully the tavern had stocked up”
“air as crisp as a grilled McIntosh”
“auction night to fill the food pantry”