“Oh, we met at a performance of the Nutcracker Ballet.” She smiled at the memory. “He was in the row behind me. I dropped my purse and he helped me pick it up. We started chatting and he asked me out.”

Pop Pop chimed in then. “She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. I knew from the second she turned around and looked at me that she was the one.”

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “nutcracker.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

2 thoughts on “Nutcracker”

  1. From the cossack cap down to the black military boots, it was a rigid reminder of the holiday season. To Braden, however, it was anything but festive. Perhaps it was the maniacal grin above the wolf-tail beard. Or, maybe, the straight ahead eyes and the stark expression of the Nutcracker on the mantle set him off. Regardless, he screamed upon entering the living room and spying him atop the mantle, such a prominent observer of family time, and more important, Braden’s every move throughout the room.

  2. I really do not understand why she acts funny whenever he walks by. She sits there all day long waiting for him to walk by and when he finally shows up,she gets lost staring at him. He stops right under the Nutcracker bakery,standing in line for something “fresh”.

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