‘SCRABBLE YOUR MEDIUM’

smillew’s scrabble challenge

round three — by angie and mrs. jackson

“all my letters are caca poopoo.”

always going for the giggle from my best friend’s little girl. and there it is. she laughs and snorts her chocolate milk at the same time. a brown shower out of her nose, barely missing the scrabble board. 99 points.

“ha! here it is!”

i lay down the letras: F L O G. the “F” at the end of anacita’s Q U E.

“what’s quef?” asks anacita.

even brings a smile to mrs. jackson.

“oh, child. you don’t need to know,” she tells anacita.

“necesito aprender inglés, vivo en calzoncillos ahora.”

abuelita nods her head. we’re all waiting for a mrs. jackson story.

“okay, girls. you know i was madam at ‘georgia’s elite’ startin in 1970. for near 20 years, i was den mother to near a dozen beautiful, kind, young womin. new year’s eve one year, a bunch of rowdy brits comes in. a rugby team they’re tellin the girls. one a them lookt like that actor in ‘the replacements’, smarmy, skinny little cockknee, smellt of old tobacco and cheap gin. well, georgia’s, we gots high standards. whilst the rest his teammates headed off with my girls, i take him out to the parkin lot.

“a blow job in me car?” he asks.

“you put that disgustin thing in my mouth, i’m gonna bite it off.”

“he stood there, his mouth gapin’. i’m thinkin’ that’s the last i see of that man. a year later, georgia clay took over the brothel, and i go ta teach english as a second language at el colegio del calzoncillos.

“todae, readin stories on medium.coma, i sees a picture of a so-called writer. some old brit bloke with a potty mouth.

“it’s him.” Grimsby Hackney

Smillew Rahcuef is a beautiful, kind, young woman. so says Reuben Salsa.