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The Bromance


This week the prompt is atelier/studio. Here's how I used the prompt.

Iggy and Pete were the best of friends. They spent a lot of time together. Be it with their wives and families or just hanging out together. A couple of guys.

Sometimes they played golf together. Other time they played board games. They even did jigsaw puzzles together. Of course the ones with plenty of sky were the toughest and usually took the longest to complete. They played video games and loved to watch football on television.

In all these endeavours they never really competed with each other. Their temperaments were similar and so they simply enjoyed whatever they undertook together. No pressure. They truly were buddies. Real man-men, whatever that means. Manly men doing manly things. Together. They really had a bromance going.

One day Pete and Iggy played poker. For money. And Iggy was losing. Big time. The more hands Pete won the cockier he got. For instance he told his friend he was bound to lose with a name like Iggy. And the more Iggy lost, the angrier he got.

The game came down to the last hand. Iggy bet big. Pete looked at Iggy and yelled "A tell, yay."

"What do you mean atelier" replied Iggy, not the brightest bulb in the box.

"Not atelier. A tell, yay. You blink rapidly when you're bluffing" said Pete. "That's called a tell. That's why I know you're bluffing."

"Well" said Iggy, "Next time we play I'll try to be more scholarly and look studio."

"That's studious" responded Pete. "You didn't pay much attention in high school, did you."


The prompt people are Our Write Side and you can find other posts on their site at Two Word Tuesday


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