The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece
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The Club
The first thing that you see
Is all the books:
They cover many of the walls
Of the premises. Wall-paper.
Browsers—the traditional kind,
Search through them.
Others are absorbed in a book—
And a Chesterfield,
Sitting still, distant, wishing, dreaming.
A waitress appears and disappears
Into the mahogany shadows,
A silky smooth apparition,
Like a swirl of smoke,
To appear as needed
No need to ring, she knows.
Coffee, liqueurs, cold drinks
Latte, aperitif, amuse bouche.
No bills, accounts are mailed.
A board on the wall lists options
Little changes though—
The room drips history, consistency.
Change of any sort doesn’t fit.
There are limits here—
understood, not stated.
This is another world
Nothing spills into it. Or out.
That is the key to its charm.
And success.
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