Thank you to all of you who participated in our My Second Death Mad Libs!
In case you were curious, here’s the actual scene from the book:
Dave turns to our younger brother with eyes shining like a saint who has seen God. To anyone else his glittering teeth and eyes would mean genuine interest but I recognize the latent cunning in his wide smile, his elegant, joy-pitched voice.
“Well, this is nice. The family, together at last. Why, the last time I was home for your birthday, you were so little! And all you wanted—what was it you wanted?”
Dad clears his throat. “David.”
Dave sighs and sits back in his seat, linking his fingers over his chest. “I remember now. It was a puppy. Remember that? You wanted a new dog so bad, you cried for weeks.”
Stephen’s eyes flick from Dad to Mom and then to me. Mom says, “Well, look how fast those rolls went. There are more warming in the oven.”
Aidan watches her leave and then turns an inquiring eye on Dave. And that as much as anything makes me decide to play along.
I smile at Dave and say to Stephen, “What’s the matter, kid? Still pissed off I ate your dog’s liver?”
And now, for our winners!
First place goes to Tania H., who will be receiving a signed hardcover of My Second Death and another secret prize.
Joy turns to our biological brother with eyes fluffing like a trampoline who has seen God. To anyone else his lithe elbow and nipple would mean genuine flask but I recognize the underwear in his chunky smile, his supple voice.
“Well, this is half-eaten. The family, together at last. Why, the last time I was home for your birthday, you were so little! And all you wanted—what was it you wanted?”
Dad clears his throat. “Joy.”
Joy sighs and sits back in his tricycle, linking his cheeks over his chest. “I remember now. It was a shuriken. Remember that? You wanted a shuriken so bad, you masticated for weeks.”
Lucas’ eyes flick from Dad to Mom and then to me. Mom says, “Well, look how fast those kazoos went. There are more grinding in the oven.”
Duane watches her leave and then turns an inquiring big toe on Joy. And that as much as anything makes me decide to sculpt along.
I smile at Joy and say to Duane, “What’s the matter, kid? Still pissed off I freaked your shuriken beer?”
Second place goes to Erin C., who will also receive a signed hardcover:
Erin turns to our uncle with eyes gyrating like a basement who has seen God. To anyone else his fluffy tongue and elbow would mean genuine rug but I recognize the dog in his cumbersome smile, his sassy voice.
“Well, this is stumpy. The family, together at last. Why, the last time I was home for your birthday, you were so little! And all you wanted—what was it you wanted?”
Dad clears his throat. “Erin.”
Erin sighs and sits back in his book, linking his thighs over his chest. “I remember now. It was a rubber. Remember that? You wanted a rubber so bad, you offended for weeks.”
Paul’s eyes flick from Dad to Mom and then to me. Mom says, “Well, look how fast those tables went. There are more farting in the oven.”
Dean watches her leave and then turns an inquiring lip on Erin. And that as much as anything makes me decide to walk along.
I smile at Erin and say to Dean, “What’s the matter, kid? Still pissed off I ran your rubber tampon?”
And the third prize winner of a signed paperback is Zach B.
Erin turns to our Uncle Wade with eyes sexting like an American who has seen God. To anyone else his handsome foot and little toe would mean genuine pen but I recognize the water bottle in his repulsive smile, his chubby voice.
“Well, this is raspy. The family, together at last. Why, the last time I was home for your birthday, you were so little! And all you wanted—what was it you wanted?”
Dad clears his throat. “Erin.”
Erin sighs and sits back in his soap, linking his buttocks over his chest. “I remember now. It was paper. Remember that? You wanted a paper so bad, you stated for weeks.”
Zack’s eyes flick from Dad to Mom and then to me. Mom says, “Well, look how fast those shoes went. There are more running in the oven.”
Ryan watches her leave and then turns an inquiring tongue on Erin. And that as much as anything makes me decide to play along.
I smile at Erin and say to Ryan, “What’s the matter, kid? Still pissed off I jogged your paper table?”
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