"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
Buzz cut, flat front trousers, anchor tattoo on a forearm. Grandpa looked in the crib at his new great-grandson. His grand-daughter smiled at such a rare meeting from her hospital bed.
“Meet Trask, Grandpa Jack.”
“No, TRask, Poppy.”
Trask. Who? He forced himself to keep smiling, “He smells so new.” He said in a gravelly but strong voice.
Trask? He had a friend in the Navy named, Jean. And pronounced the french soft-jay way like Shawn. But nothing even close to this.
“Is that a name from your husband’s side?” He hopefully asked.
A name should mean something, he thought. John is a famous biblical name, stong. He recalled his first grand child, Jesus, or ‘hey-zeus’ as he called him. He was fine with Latin names. That one was from the big guy himself. He thought he had failing memory, Trask had to be a famous or notable name somewhere.
“Oh no Grandpa,” said her husband, Reese, “We really liked how it sounded. Kind of strong and sharp. He’ll be a good boy with that name.”
Grandpa couldn’t believe it. Meaningless names? He supposed Reese was right in that. It sounded strong and sharp alright, like a good solid F-word he knew quite well in the pacific. He smiled more and decided. It was a fine looking boy with a good grip on a finger already and he could learn to live with empty names; however, they’d have to try hard to resist his efforts to give a sensible nick-name.
(Author’s notes) January 20th, 2016:
Another one. I just stumbled across click-bait of horribly annoying new names of the year. This one isn’t even close and is probably more common, but really, I don’t even like it myself and it annoyed me to no end when I first heard it.