A.J. fumbled in his pocket for the keys, feeling (and counting) without looking for the one he sought. His clothing fit his almost portly frame nicely, but did little to cut the chill from the morning air. He welcomed the refreshing chill. His mother always told him discomfort built character. Besides, the sun would be up soon.
He opened the door of Tinker & Tinker and stepped inside, shutting off the scurrying breeze that followed him in by snapping the door shut abruptly. Wayward beams of light from the nearby streetlight illuminated the dim interior, as did the blinking red light indicating a message awaited his attention. Mr. Tinker walked across the creaking wooden floor, meticulously swept, and flipped on the lights, flooding the shop with the harsh, flourescent lights once again.
A.J. dropped the keys back into his oversized right jacket pocket as always, turning to the plate glass window at the front of the shop. The reflection in that window was better than any mirror. He adjusted his bow tie. He licked his palm and swept back the wayward strands of snow white hair. He took off his silver glasses and held them up to the light examining them...but they were blemish free so he put them back on.
His desk was littered in seeming disarray. He took his seat and opened his newspaper to the crossword puzzle. He laid it down, with his freshly sharpened pencil on top. Then pressed the button for his message.
"Ach! Meine kleinen Stiefel! How Vunderfull to hear your voice! Es ist Ihre Mutter! Stiefel? Pick up! Rufen Sie mich. Bitte. Zustimmung? Stiefel? Steifel?
A.J. clicked the delete button. He picked up his pencil.
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But you are bringing up the quality of this site.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
PS:
I love you guys!
Very good story, Mr. Doyle!
No danger of me posting anything to the writers group.
I do!
Yeah, Cupcake. I DARE you! Hell, I double-dog dare you!
Ohhhh! Come-on Don! It'll help you with your politcal sh....err...stuff!
Mr sTinker...teehee.
Doyle your description in this story is very good.
I will see your dare.
I will post really real writing tomorrow.
Pfft.
Don't forget to spam me when you do.
Thanks cupcake!
F it. I double dog dare you too BUDDY! Oh! And if you don't...you're chicken! Bawka-a-bawk-a-BAWK-a-bawka-a-BAWWWWWK! Just show a character!
Pfft. "
I'll believe it when I see it. (*yawn*)
Oh! Have my baby! He's 17, doesn't eat much and needs money for college!!
You need SPAM??? I can hook you up!
Don, I will stalk you, mock you, and make you sorry.
No, but I'll call Tinker & Tinker and leave him a message! Thanks Sandy!
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
P.S. How does one become almost portly? Is it before the Moobs or just after the muffin top? Haha! Just kidding . . . but that line made me giggle a bit. Thanks!
This was seriously considered. He's neither fat nor thin. So does one describe him as almost thin? I thought not. I thought to describe a person not considered fat...but not altogether an athlete either. Aging...but doing so well.
"Just wish I was a writer so I could play."
LAME! You can TOO play. And you can too write!
Whatever! She scares ME and she loves me!
"Unless of course, he does the hard ones. But he's doing it in pencil, so I doubt it. "
I do the HARD ones in pencil and the easier ones in ink. My thought was that pencil was for a more difficult puzzle!
Ron, for a small fee I'll tell you who your character is.
Not really. I wanted to impress the Germanic influence on this character and his mother's calling him Little Boots and asking him to pick up...It also allows the impression that he is near in time to, if not directly, the imiigrant generation of his family.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Nice characterization, Darling.
That depends on Sandy...incidentally, Herr Tinker Americanized his name...doesn't match Mutter any longer. ;o)
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
I also did not say (or try to imply) that these were the first five paragraphs of anything. They are the introduction of a character.
Takes one to know one.
Or they'll fall in love.
Or kill each other.
We can only hope.
Now, how weird is it that we both wrote about portly men????
Hey! Almost portly! LoL! That is a little different, eh? Thanks.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Either way is fine. We're having fun, so it's all flexible (except for killing off characters that don't belong to you).
Geez, there goes my best idea for Mr. Tinker.
kudos to you Doyle, for showing your skills with wordcrafting ~j
Thanks. Buddy. BUT...you can't even yell at him unless you have your own character! Where's yours?
[ *crosses arms and taps foot* ]
Tee T. Bear??
They??? Who?? You don't know Tinker yet!
Nice intro.
Tinker doesn't sound like a very small man. heh
"portly".
Nice contradiction. I like it.
"portly". "
ALMOST portly!
Don't you dare, Priscilla!
Or kill each other.
Which one has more money? My character needs to know.
Well, Mr. Tinker owns his own business and has white hair...if that helps any. :o)
My work here is finished! Thanks...ok...not really finished, but, you know, mission accomplished. Damn! I did a Bushism!
Thanks Pantsy.
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Loved the drawing of this person, I, too am intimi-dated... But look forward to the fun.
Wilka
Sorry...the two you might be thinking of scare him. :o)
That sounds unlikely too! LoL!
You know, until you mentioned it that had not crossed my mind. But, the similarity is eerie!
Almost portly. Nobody said FAT.
Write it up Sue*...you can do it!