Lavender Roaring Fork Clinchfield greeted holiday decorating with the focused enthusiasm of a linebacker at an all-you-could eat buffet. Every year the townsfolk said it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over the mansion but the costume bash that followed was never a clunker. Apathy was not allowed. Chromium rocked in his burgundy and gold elf outfit complete with tasseled hat. If you were bashful, then best lose your invitation, because the spiked eggnog and plenty of mistletoe meant lots of chapped lips. As the host, he was in high demand. All the ladies agreed his tongue tasted spicy.
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”
“discontent brews in men’s souls”