The word of the week is:

Brackish

Adjective:

  1. (of water) slightly salty, as in river estuaries:
  2. not appealing to the taste
  3. repulsive

Here’s an exam­ple from Across Asia on a Bicycle by T.G.Allen and W.L.Sachtleben

When asked if they had an egg or a piece of vegetable, they would shout “Ma-you” (“There is none”) in a tone of rebuke, as much as to say: “My conscience! man, what do you expect on the Gobi?” We would have to be content with our own tea made in the iron pot, fitting in the top of the mud oven, and a kind of sweetened bread made up with our supply of sugar brought from Hami. This we nicknamed our “Gobi cake,” although it did taste rather strongly of brackish water and the garlic of previous con tents of the one common cooking-pot. We would usually take a large supply for road use on the following day, or, as sometimes proved, for the midnight meal of the half-starved inn-dog.

PRACTICE

Write for five min­utes, using the word “brackish” as fre­quently as you can. When you’re fin­ished, post your prac­tice in the com­ments sec­tion.
Also, extra credit if you use the word of the week in your daily practice!

Coffee cup dregs brackish water

photo by Jessica Merz

My Practice
No matter how odious the coffee, or disgusting the cake, nothing could have prepared Reverend All-the-Good for the brackishness of the woman’s heart. She just would not stop, each member of the congregation was held up and fell short of her judgement. If it wasn’t for the vast contribution from this house to the church he would tell her to stick it, using gentrified vicar language of course.

This was the first of many encounters with brackish brews in brackish houses. The vicar was new, a round of luncheon and afternoon tea engagements ensued. This was just the first. He left, “I thank God I am not like her!”

Finally after many lunches and teas he arrived at a house that had been condemned by each and every one of the ladies. Louisa opened the door, “here  hold the baby, I must catch hold of Bonny before she breaks something, come in, come in.”

In this house he found scruffy walls, dirty children, and the same brackish tea but in this house it tasted of honey because the home was infused in love.

Joe Bunting
Joe Bunting

Joe Bunting is a writer and entrepreneur. He is the author of the #1 Amazon Bestseller Let’s Write a Short Story! and the co-founder of Story Cartel. You can follow him on Twitter (@joebunting).