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On the Edge
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: Create a word, define it, and write a 365-word story with it.
Parsure (par’shur): n. Portmanteau of partial and sure, describing a state of certainty that is less than one hundred percent.
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Annie walked over to Colin.
The border collie looked up at the slim ewe from where he sat. Behind her, a short distance away, stood his cousins, Angus, Malcolm and Jamie. Angus looked concerned and his brothers appeared skeptical. Jamie was whispering something to Malcolm.
Colin crossed his arms across his chest as Annie lowered herself to the curb and sat beside him. “Hey,” she said quietly.
“I – I couldn’t do it,” the border collie said.
“You’ve done it before, Colin.”
“Yeah, I know, but – I just couldn’t leap the gap. It was too far, and I wasn’t certain I’d make it.”
She placed a paw on his shoulder. “Hey, it happens to all of us.” He glanced at her, clearly disbelieving, and his ears flicked forward as she said, “You may not believe me, but it does. You just get this feeling that you’ll miss a pawhold, or there might be something on the walls that causes your foot to slip, or a pigeon will distract you at some point. Happens to me.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” Annie said firmly. “How do you think I’ve managed to not break any bones? I’ve been doing this for a couple years now. Now,” and she patted his shoulder before getting to her hooves, “Let’s all go get some lunch, okay?”
Colin looked up at her before he exhaled a deep breath through his nose. He got to his feet. “Okay,” and the two walked over to his three cousins.
“You all right, Colin?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah,” his cousin replied. “I – “
“He was parsure,” Annie said.
A quartet of ears swiveled. “What?” Angus asked his girlfriend.
The ewe slipped an arm around her boyfriend’s waist and smiled. “Parsure.”
“What the hell’s that?” Malcolm asked.
“It’s when you’re sure,” Annie said, “but you’re not really sure sure, get me?”
Malcolm blinked. “Huh?”
“I get it,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a little parsure a few times at school. Exams and stuff, you know?”
Malcolm’s ears went back and his tail drooped. “I get it now.” He pointed an accusing finger at the ewe. “You made that up.”
“If Shakespeare could, so can I,” she said. “Colin was parsure about parkour.”
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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: Create a word, define it, and write a 365-word story with it.
Parsure (par’shur): n. Portmanteau of partial and sure, describing a state of certainty that is less than one hundred percent.
_________________________________________________
Annie walked over to Colin.
The border collie looked up at the slim ewe from where he sat. Behind her, a short distance away, stood his cousins, Angus, Malcolm and Jamie. Angus looked concerned and his brothers appeared skeptical. Jamie was whispering something to Malcolm.
Colin crossed his arms across his chest as Annie lowered herself to the curb and sat beside him. “Hey,” she said quietly.
“I – I couldn’t do it,” the border collie said.
“You’ve done it before, Colin.”
“Yeah, I know, but – I just couldn’t leap the gap. It was too far, and I wasn’t certain I’d make it.”
She placed a paw on his shoulder. “Hey, it happens to all of us.” He glanced at her, clearly disbelieving, and his ears flicked forward as she said, “You may not believe me, but it does. You just get this feeling that you’ll miss a pawhold, or there might be something on the walls that causes your foot to slip, or a pigeon will distract you at some point. Happens to me.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” Annie said firmly. “How do you think I’ve managed to not break any bones? I’ve been doing this for a couple years now. Now,” and she patted his shoulder before getting to her hooves, “Let’s all go get some lunch, okay?”
Colin looked up at her before he exhaled a deep breath through his nose. He got to his feet. “Okay,” and the two walked over to his three cousins.
“You all right, Colin?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah,” his cousin replied. “I – “
“He was parsure,” Annie said.
A quartet of ears swiveled. “What?” Angus asked his girlfriend.
The ewe slipped an arm around her boyfriend’s waist and smiled. “Parsure.”
“What the hell’s that?” Malcolm asked.
“It’s when you’re sure,” Annie said, “but you’re not really sure sure, get me?”
Malcolm blinked. “Huh?”
“I get it,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a little parsure a few times at school. Exams and stuff, you know?”
Malcolm’s ears went back and his tail drooped. “I get it now.” He pointed an accusing finger at the ewe. “You made that up.”
“If Shakespeare could, so can I,” she said. “Colin was parsure about parkour.”
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Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Sheep
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