The First in a Series

Ok, so I'm gonna use Creativity Tools' Random Word Generator (Plus) and get a noun, a verb, and an adjective and write a brief thing. Today's words are: embitterment, begriming, and enfeebling. Gonna shoot for 300 words, I guess.

In the beginning, when Jenny's lust for Rob had yet to fade and her desire to buy fancy underthings grew on a daily basis, she did not see the end coming nor did she fear its inevitability. When she finally bought some lacy teddy thingy at Frederick's and wore it for Rob, he clutched her with feverish fingers, begriming the $50 fabric with KFC grease and something that smelled like rust or blood or maybe even very old garbage.

It wasn't until Laundry Day that the embitterment began. She could not get the stains out of the teddy thingy. It smelled of his hands but worse now, stronger, more ripe, more like garbage now, less like rust. She bleached the item. When she removed it from the smelly bleachy water, it fell apart in her hands. The lace's intricate spacing and fine matter mushed up into balls of slime. The little satin bows fell limp, dejected, ratty along the edges. Small plastic pearls, once iridescent like the real things, faded to chalk white. Gossamer tulle, once her favorite feature of the item, snagged and matted, tangling itself. In that moment, when her fanciest garment disintegrated in her cold hands, she knew Rob's supposed affection was enfeebling, his sex degrading, and his touch corrosive.

In the end, she brought him a bucket of KFC extra crispy, and sprinkled on a little bleach for good measure.