This week I started a project of writing short stories using obsolete words.
This is my first story using the word - blatteroon - a senseless babbler or boaster
Blatteroon by Michelle Anne Cope
I teetered a bit as we descended the marble staircase.
“Your shoes make no sense,†he said.
“They were not bought to make sense, but to be seen,†I replied. Stepping around him, I paused at the bottom step, my hand lightly resting on the banister.
“What are you doing?†he snapped.
“I’m catching my breath,†I whipped back.
“More like waiting to catch glances,†he hissed.
“If you simply must know, I’m checking out the blatteroon in the room. Not in the mood to engage with their types,†I said. “I wish for the other pretty people to notice me. My appearance and status demands it.â€
“I simply have no choice to engage,†he said. “I married one.â€