Trifecta Weekend Writing Challenge: Stealing Rose Con Pollo’s Heart

This week’s Trifextra challenge is simple, but ambiguous.
Three truths and a lie.
33 to 333 words

Stealing Rose Con Pollo’s Heart

Whenever she watched Fernando, Rose Con Pollo’s stomach spasmed with a jolt of love and her heart went pitty pat, pitty pat,  pitty . . . pat . . . pat. . . pitty . . . because she was in love and because she needed a pacemaker — but mostly because she was in love.
Rose adored everything about Fernando. The way he could hold his breath for four and a half minutes at a time, the way he could dive so deep to the bottom of the sea; but mostly, she loved the way he looked at her when their eyes met through the green bubbly water of the glass-bottomed boat where Rose liked to sit and watch her beloved Fernando dive for pearls.
Fernando  had stolen Rose Con Pollo’s heart, plain and simple.
Of course, there was no way Rose Con Pollo was going to leave her husband, Arroz, and run off with Fernando no matter how many pearls he found for her.  Don’t make her laugh!  No way!  Not a snowball’s chance  . . .

15 thoughts on “Trifecta Weekend Writing Challenge: Stealing Rose Con Pollo’s Heart

  1. I liked the part where she watched Fernando thru the glass-bottomed boat and pretended she was watching a Jacques Cousteau documentary on television… : P

    You are a pacemaker, ’cause you certainly set the pace when it comes to humor– oh, my heart–!! : )

    • hahaha! Ah. Mark. You are so sweet and funny that somebody in the blogosphere needs to include you in a comic strip where your illuminious personality will be featured because — excuse me for a minute Mark . . . what’s that Dolly? . . . oh you already did! . . . well . . .Congratulations Markie MacGiggles!

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