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A is for....
ALL ABOUT AMY
As aerial artiste Amy Apachedancer arched alone across ‘Antony
Atlas’s Athletic and Artistic Amphitheatre’ (awesome airborne
animality against an azure awning), another aerialist – Anneliese
Angstrom (aka Alice Arbuthnott) -- alerted acerbic Angelina, Antony
Atlas’s Albanian amour. Antisocially, Anneliese announced apocryphal
anecdotes – Amy approaching Antony amorously; Amy accepting Antony’s
awards (apparel, amulets, apfelstrudel, aspidistras, and all
[absolute absurdities, actually]).
All aggrieved and adversarial, Angelina advanced,
addressing Amy acrimoniously (and ambiguously, amid awful adenoidal
accents):
‘Aren’t anyone after anorexic Amy’s affections?’
asked antagonistic Angelina.
‘Amnesty,
Angelina,’ Amy answered. ‘Amy’s aching.’
‘Angular
Amy’s aerial act’s an abomination!’ attacked Angelina, annoyed,
averring, ‘’appily, Angelina already ‘ave Antonio’s ‘art! Antonio
and Angelina are affianced, also!’
Although Amy
actually abhorred aging adventurer Antony Atlas (avuncular
asininity, absolute authoritarianism and abnormal adipose, allied,
aroused Amy’s aversion), at Angelina’s apoplectic animosity an
automatic antagonism absented Amy’s accustomed agreeability and
applied antipathy, activating an abrupt argument.
Angry as an
alewife, Amy abandoned amicability and answered animatedly,
‘Antony?! Are any alluring adventuresses avaricious about Antony?
Any amiable actresses agog after ancient, asexual, alcoholic Antony?
Away! Any alert Aphrodite attesting attraction Antonyward admits
advanced astigmatism!’
Anon, an
audible, ‘Atishoo!’ astounded Amy. Ah! An augury – an audience!
Angelina,
aghast, articulated an alarmist, ‘Ayayayayay…’ adenoidally
apprising, ‘Another are among – around -- along aqueduct – along arc
– architecture?’
‘Along
arcade!’ amended Amy, adding aside, ‘Arsehole!’
Alas, arena’s
acoustics afforded amazingly accurate amplification. Auricular
auditor Anthony Armadale appeared (an alternative Anthony, actually
admirable academic Anthony Armstrong Armadale, Amy’s altogether
adored and acclaimed all-American astronaut).
Alarmed at
Amy’s antisocial antics, Arizonan astrophysicist Anthony adjured,
‘Amy? Asserting Anthony’s an aging, asinine anthropoid?’
‘Aaagh!’
Ashen, and awfully alarmed, ardent Amy allocuted, ‘Anthony, angel…
Amy’s “abominable amoeba”’s… actually, “Antonio” – Angelina’s
Antonio – alternatively, Antony Atlas.’
Assuming an
agate aura, aristocratic Anthony avoided Amy’s adherent arms and
acridly announced, ‘Apropos affection, all activity’s abrogated.
Adieu, Amy.’
Ach!
Apocalypse! ‘Anthony!’ Amy agonized.
Anthony
abruptly absconded, appropriately avengeful.
Abandoned, Amy appealed indistinctly, ‘Anyhow, Angelina… agree armistice?’
Angelina aridly acquiesced, ‘Alright.’
After an apparent aeon, Amy authored an abject apology (addressing
Anthony). Amy anticipated absolution. Angry as Anthony appeared, an
abeyance always achieved an armistice (assuming actual affections
adhered).
Abstracted,
and awfully amused, Amy analysed an awkward anomaly -- appending
an aitch added apparent ambiguity: Antony against Anthony.
Alas and
alack, angst and aversion all anent an accursed aspirant!
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Notes
Letter A...
...provided lots of helpful verbs and ample supplies of those
indispensable little words that go largely unnoticed but are so
useful in oiling the wheels of language (an, as, at, although, and,
anyway), not to mention the present tense of the verb ‘to be’ (am,
are, aren’t, ain’t). All of these made the ‘A’ story flow fairly
easily.
Personally, as a pedant, I would normally hesitate to use
‘alright’ but it’s in the dictionary now and since that eminent
British
wordsmith Dennis Norden has used it for years (as in ‘It’ll be
Alright on the Night’), I felt it could be allowed.
A lovely old-fashioned word -- one I’ve waited years to find
a place for is ‘anent’ (ie ‘concerning’) but here at last it
fitted seamlessly. And, when Angelina turned out to be Albanian, her
difficulties with pronunciation gave me even more scope. I found her
plaintive cry, ‘Angelina ‘ave Antonio’s ‘art,’ particularly
beguiling, though my on-screen grammar checker had to be switched
off – poor thing was having fits. It’s accustomed to arguing with
me, but this was too much.
By the way, the answer to everything... A-Z inclusive
Abel’s bleeding.