Jack dropped down onto the stoop and stared blankly at the street. Was that it? The sun shone and a car drove by, just like it was any other day. The reflected light flashed in his eyes.
“Are you okay, honey? You look a little blue.” A light voice came from behind him.
He reared back and gave her a revolted look. Blue? Men weren’t blue. Chicks could be blue. Men, men were… nobly stoic. “I’m fine.” Had he really been supplanted so soon? He knew it would come in the end, but…
A hand carded through his hair. “You should really be very proud.” A mischievous note entered her voice. “He didn’t just beat you, he owned you.”
Jack slanted his eyes at her grumpily. That, regrettably, was true. He winced as an ungodly honking noise started coming from the house. Apparently the new champion had coopted his sister’s clarinet for his victory parade.
She noticed his wince. “It’s not like you aren’t just as bad when you win.”
She laughed, ruffled his hair, and went back to the door. “Join us when you’re ready. The Lord Champion has decreed that we’re having broccoli and cheese with dinner.”
He slumped, and a sigh escaped him. “I hate broccoli and cheese.” Then he levered himself up, nobly assumed a congratulatory expression, and went back in to face the new ten-year-old Scrabble champ.
Welcome to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge. This week calls for 33 to 333 words using the third definition of the word BLUE (adjective):
1 : of the color blue
2 a : bluish b : discolored by or as if by bruising
c : bluish gray
3 a : low in spirits : melancholy
b : marked by low spirits : depressing
Thanks for reading!