zeugma
\ ZOOG-muh \ , noun;
1. The use of a word to modify or govern two or more words when it is appropriate to only one of them or is appropriate to each but in a different way, as in to wage war and peace or On his fishing trip, he caught three trout and a cold.
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Flowers. Zack needed to buy flowers. And time.
As much of each as he could. He
had a few hours while Cindy was in the gym, and that was it. He had messed up big time in the morning, he
could not afford to screw up the evening.
Zack
had committed one of the cardinal sins of a relationship: he had forgotten his girlfriend’s
birthday. When Cindy had woken up, and
he had not immediately wished her a happy birthday, she had not exactly been
happy. He had gotten around it by saying
that he had something in store for her later in the day. So now he was scrambling around trying to
find something that would keep him safe.
Cindy was not a girl one wanted to anger.
Should
he buy chocolates? No. No he should not. That would only make things worse for
him. Cindy was a very dedicated athlete,
and had a strict diet. One that
chocolate was not a part of. If he got
her some, she would probably see it as insulting her by trying to undo the
effort she put into her body.
Cindy
was not just an athlete. She was a fitness
competitor. That meant she spent quite a
bit of time in the gym in addition to her diet.
While she was by no means going for strength or size, since those in her
line needed a more toned, fit look, she was still not exactly weak. In fact, she could bench press almost as much
as he could even though she weighed twenty pounds less. As such, getting on her bad side was not something
that would end well for him.
Perhaps
treating her to dinner would work. The
only problem was that restaurants that were both upscale enough to satisfy his
current need and catered to her dietary needs were slim to none. Certainly none existed within his price
range. Maybe he could cook something for
her. That would work well if he got it
right. Both of them usually cooked for
themselves, since they ate so differently.
Zack did however, watch Cindy cooking for herself closely enough that he
knew what to do. More or less
anyway. Maybe he could even use some of
them methods used in the creation of his own meals for this one to give her
something new and (hopefully) satisfying.
It was a long shot, but it was all he had. After all, flowers could only get him so far.
He
passed by a bakery and had an odd thought.
Maybe they had some kind of low fat cake or something. No, that probably wouldn’t work. Even if they did, Cindy probably wouldn’t believe
it. He would have to make do with a nice
dinner and hope for the best. He headed
to the supermarket and picked out everything he needed, picking things out both
on his gut reaction, and what he had seen her using in the past. He would wing it when he started cooking.
Having
bought what he felt he would need, he headed home and hoped that she hadn’t
gotten home yet. Luck was not on his
side today, as Cindy’s car was parked in the driveway. No doubt she was waiting for him and his
excuses. Well, at least he could give
one with reasonable believability and hopefully certainty. After all, most of what he had bought was
fresh and so he could just say that he was waiting to get only the freshest
things for the romantic dinner he had planned.
He got the bags of food from the car and took a deep breath, reading
himself for the onslaught that was about to happen.
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Blarg. I didn't like this one. This week hasn't exactly been good to me for words of the day. So it was either this or hope Saturday gives me something better. Not sure if I made the right choice here. Heck, I'm not even sure if I made use of the word properly, since the word structure it describes was only used once or twice. Well, it is what it is. Hopefully you all like it in spite of its faults.
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