Three Word Thursday #34

Welcome to Three Word Thursday #34. This week, joining the quondam obscure word-list, we have suffarcinate; spiscious; & tristifical. We also have a dandy bunch of perspicacious writers. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used these bygone words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.

The 12th Knight of Strawberry Fife

Dragon Eggs

The tristifical sight at his feet caused Sir Evaard to heave, generally adding to the maleolent atmosphere of the Patisserie’s garden. Reluctantly, Evaard rolled the body over. It was Olaf Patisserie. The baker’s skull was concave. Dried gray matter crusted the side of his face.

Despite his roiling stomach, Sir Evaard knelt and inspected the bloating body. Vermin and bugs had already feasted upon the wounds and left their eggs behind. Evaard’s gaze fell upon the jeweled silver brooch still securing Patisserie’s cloak. Reluctantly, he searched the dead baker’s pockets and found his purse suffarcinated with coin.

Whoever had killed the baker was not intent on robbery then. Evaard stood and carefully surveyed the garden. It was a broad, fenced expanse and contained the requisite herbs, vegetables and flowers, but almost everything except Olaf Patisserie was coated in a brown spiscious goo that bore an offal stench. The animal that produced such waste was not one Evaard knew.

He turned his attention toward the house. Olaf’s Patisserie’s body had been here for quite some time, perhaps even since he’d left his bakery the afternoon before; so why had nobody found it and why had no cry been raised? He could well understand it if nobody within the house ever entered into this accursed garden but surely when Mrs. Patisserie ventured out last evening, she knew her husband had not returned home. Why hadn’t she said anything?

Or perhaps she had. Evaard moved purposely toward the back entrance to the cottage. He needed answers so it was time to start asking questions. As he stepped onto the hearthstone, a pile of broken giant urns beside the door claimed his attention. He grabbed one of the shards and examined it. “Holy saints,” he exclaimed. “Dragon eggs!” At least a half-dozen of them.

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The 3WT #35 words will be: Your choice of any new words introduced in October.  Remember, you must use at least three

Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: November 5th, 2009