The whole family is there. My babushka, old, withered and regal, perched next to my baccy chewing grandfather. Aunts, uncles and cousins, parents and siblings, we are more numerous than I remember. In Sunday best, we know the baccate display is just a teaser. A Bacchanalean feast of Babylonian proportion is about to happen. A pair of Bacchantes, begin singing, over the sound of a Bach Cantata. The new baby is proudly carried in by his Godfather, my bachelor uncle. Resplendant in a pale blue Babygro, our newest addition has absolutely no idea that all this is for him.
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99 words written for Trifecta: Week Ninety-Nine. The bold words are from the top part of the prompt:
Rocking page 99, Rog!
ReplyDeleteLove the way it roams around the page but comes back full circle.
LOVED IT! way to bring that Baptism (not on the page) to us!
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Triple bonus points for seamlessly incorporating so many words. Great story, too!
ReplyDeleteThis was a heartwarming tale, and all those b-words are worth extra credit points too! Excellent take on the prompt!!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe how many you got in there! Very clever!
ReplyDeleteThat's a lot of 'b' words! Babies may not know when a celebration is about them, but they love the attention :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a rockstar! Great job!
ReplyDeleteGreat alliterations! I love the image of the baccate display.
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent-the whole piece just seemed to flow in and out ,effortlessly:-)Loved it!
ReplyDeleteYou win the prize for most words used:) Thanks for being a part of our big 99th!
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