Saturday’s prompt called for some food for thought:

Pick a letter of the alphabet. Now imagine two aisles of your local supermarket. List everything found in those two aisles that begin with that letter of the alphabet.

The letter “J” popped into my head first. Here’s my grocery list:





Jiffy Pop popcorn

And now here’s the follow-up:

Write about a person who would buy all of those items in Day 5. Here’s what I wrote!


They used to call her Juicy Lucy.

All the neighborhood guys would kiss and hiss and hoot and holler whenever she sashayed down the block. She didn’t even have to try to steal their attention. You see, Lucy came from a whole family of Juicy’s. Her mama was the world-class, All-American, get-it-while-it’s-hot, hot mama known as Juicy Susi. And then there was her grandma, the premium, lay-it-down, snatch-it-up, Queen Bee that they all called Juicy Boosi. But I don’t know much about her. Juicy Boosi was before my time.

Anyway, Juicy Lucy was somethin’ else! Whenever she walked by, she was guaranteed to get all the men loosening up their neckties to let in some cool air. She knew just what she was doing, too. Had all the shop owners and clerks trippin’ over themselves to get Juicy Lucy up in their stores. She never had to pay for a thing! All she had to do was slip into the right dress, throw on a pair of heels that said, “click clack,” and step outside her front door. Yeah, she was a smart one all right, and I hear she stayed pure and true to Christ. At least that’s what they say. I don’t have too much gossip on the Juicy’s.

Well, years ago, Lucy hooked up with that old banker. I believe his name was Ray. Raymond Hinker, that’s right. They had a quick ceremony and ran off to Smythsville. Nobody heard anything from ‘em, and then about five years later, Susi went off to visit the couple and never came back. That was a sad day for the men in this town. The Juicy Legacy was long gone. And livin’ in Smythsville at that!

Well, guess who I saw yesterday over at the market? Yes, Lucy! She looked exactly the same, just aged a bit. She looked like she walked with a little limp too. Had on a bright yellow dress, with the finest hat, and was pickin’ up things like, jellybeans, jalapeños, jam, juice, and Jiffy Pop. I don’t know what kind of party she’s plannin’ to host, but I’m ‘bout to head over to Bea’s house to see if she knows what’s up.

Wanna come?


That was fun to write. I grew up listening to one of my aunts talk and tell stories, so I tried to add a little of her flair. Head over to to see what Gary has cooked up!