He said I had no bottle so I hit him in the face with one. Job accepted, job done. Now who’ll tell me this is no work for a girl?
“What’s the point of the adverb challenge?” he questioned, quite quizzically. “Seeing them clustering joyfully makes me feel well sick, physically.”
“But it’s all for charity, it’s thrilling, vicariously.”
“No, I’m feeling quite nauseous, please take me more seriously.”
“Quantifiably nauseous? Sickened reliably?”
“I warned you, I warned you!” he vomited copiously.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t do it purposefully.”
And so the two friends wandered off hand-in-handily, both swearing never again to do anything adverbially.
inspired by an adverb-writing challenge and first published on http://www.christopherfielden.com/short-story-competition/adverb-writing-challenge.php#Stories (Story 22)