Chromium, an American Blue Gascon of impeccable lineage, was an incorrigible scoundrel. In the finest traditions of southern hospitality, he was a free-range hound. His gaping maw howled mournfully whenever victuals were available to be mooched. Invariably, the first stop every morning, after crossing the dry wash of the migrated Gumtee River, was Jiggle Bunny’s Bakery, where the ample proprietress tempted him with a fresh bacon spinach brioche. A few discrete sniffs later, he padded to Farbrisher’s Emporium for a rendezvous with the never hateful Miss Forsythia. Alas for adoration unrequited: she belonged to another; rare steak and eggs compensated.
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”
“boogie to classic carols”
“sometimes surrender is inevitable”