I’ve won a prize. Not to be confused with an award.
Emma, from In Other Words had a contest even though at the time I “commented” on her post I didn’t know it was a contest…or I wouldn’t have entered Emma’s non-contest now contest. Truthfully, I don’t think she did either…that is… mean to start a contest. With or without prizes. She just made it a contest because…simply…I was the winner. At least that is what she says. She wrote to me, not personally….on, no…more like a form letter from Publisher’s Clearinghouse…and made me the winner.
Huh? Is that legal?
So there you are. I’m a winner.
What else could I do , now a Winner, but wonder how much money (or whatever) I’d won?
So. I. Asked.
What’s my prize? Is there a prize? A small token of appreciation? Medal? Statue? Statuette….?
So I called Emma on my non-non-communicative dead-celled cell phone.
“Emma Sweet-Tea…what gives?” I asked in my dead-pan MELLIFLUOUS voice…dripping with un-melliferous MELISMATIC tones.
Emma said: “Choose a new word, and work it in…..”
That’s my prize?
Put your thinking cap on, My Reader, I’ve upped the ante and have chosen not one but two words…and worked them in.
MELLIFLUOUS 1 : filled with something (as honey) that sweetens)..and
MELISMATIC 1 : groups of notes or tones sung on one syllable in plainsong.
It is My Reader’s turn.
Just remember there are NO PRIZES… No. Nada. Zip….
….and no complaining.
I thank you.