I look at the letters and dwell on them. The tiles dance in front of me, the letters blur.
The tiles scream the word back at me in their blatancy. The word I can opt for is obvious. There is even a place for it on the board. An ‘A’ from ‘anger’ is free. Triple Word; the points would spawn if I just place the tiles on the board. But I won’t give in to it, even if I have to relinquish the game.
I pass, throw ‘A’ in the sack and take another tile. My heart sinks as I realize it is another ‘A’.
My opponent takes the ‘G’ from ‘anger’ and puts down ‘lung’.
Is this for real, a cosmic joke?
Tears sting my eyes as I pass again and exchange yet another tile. This time a ‘U’ emerges.
My opponent plays. He takes the ‘P’ from my earlier ‘pain’ and puts down ‘hope’. He scores a Double Word from it.
I look at my tiles in desperation. I am about to pass again.
But then I see it, the other word.
I struggle to keep my poker face on, but beam internally. I use the ‘E’ from ‘hope’ and place the tiles down one by one. The word ‘cure’ materialises on the board. My smile finally breaks free and my face cracks up.
My opponent looks at me funny; after all, I only got six points.
Trifecta, for this week’s challenge, has asked us to write a story using the word DWELL. I hope you like it, or at least, are touched by this little story. I look forward to read yours.