Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

I love a Challenge

First Key got the spam, and then Acidman ran with it, and challenged someone, anyone, to write a coherent piece using these words in this order: bulky commonness netted monkish delicacy crinkle chromic. Well, okay, here's my shot at fame and fortune:

She shifted the bulky contents of the latest garbage bag and secured it to her cart. It had been a long day, remarkable in its commonness, yet it had netted her a few essentials from the household remains which sat, unwanted and unguarded, in bags and trashcans along the residential street near her resting place.

The old woman had tended to be quiet, aloof, almost monkish when she went on her weekly forage for discarded supplies. But today, it was hard to disguise her excitement at the discovery of each lovely morsel, each delicacy tossed unwanted in the refuse at the curb. A container of stew, a package of frozen balogna, even a few soft onions pitched from the refridgerators of people who had no inkling of their worth had made their way into her cart.

Today would be a feast, she mused, her soft old face a crinkle of childish delight. A celebration under the bridge accompanied by the chromic splendor of a mid-winter sunset was in order. And with her hard won prizes she purposefully wound her way back to her little lair, tucked between the piles of rotting pallets deep within the salvage yard.

Now go read his. He did an awesome job with that piece. Now, if he'd only get that damned book of his published...