… for my next alphabet acrostic challenge. Only one writer, Paultales, had a go at my last challenge, which probably goes to show how few people read this damned thing. But hey, with the thick-skinned determination that only a writer can possess, I hereby challenge all or both of my readers again. This time, and it’s extremely difficult, the acrostic has to go A to Z whereby those letters are at the end of each word, and the story should make some sort of sense however surreal. Here’s what I managed to come up with…
Amanda Lamb (food-critic) did die of poisoning with e-coli. Raj (cook) will cram down to prep tranq for his next “Tofu Kiev”: stew ox, two-eighty hertz.
I’m certain there are writers out there who can do better.