The three words in this week's 3WW prompt are volley, dual and identical.
Luap sat at his keyboard and stared at the three words he had already written. How on earth was he going to explain these words to his students. Some knew next to no English. They’d only enrolled in the literature class for the privilege of spending two hours a week meditating on Julia’s beauty. The luckier ones hoped a date was not beyond their reach.
To teach the literature class had for months been Luap’s dream. To instil upon an eager and attentive class Wordsworth’s sense of rhythm whilst helping the minds wander along the metaphorical paths which Milton trod through his language’s dictionaries, seemed to Luap to be the summit of ecstasy. So much so that when Julia had told him she was taking leave of absence, he’d jumped at the chance. But with the first class just hours away and ideas still proving as illusionary as the proverbial crock of gold, he was getting cold feet.
A volley of images rattled through his mind, none of them staying long enough to be pressed into definition. He pictured the class before him. The broad-shouldered rugby playing poet he’d sat next to when he sat in on Julia’s last class the week before. What had Julia said about him? He was dual-code. He’d not had the nerve to ask her what that meant; only found out later it referred to the fact he’d played both rugby union and rugby league, back in the days before union had turned professional.
Then there were the identical twins: they were infamous. They loved dressing alike just to confuse the teachers. Rumour had it they sometimes even swapped dates. Not that that worried Luap. He would have settled for either of the angelic beings and already his mind was contemplating the rhyming couplets he would coin in a bid to express the elation of just a few minutes in their presence. But appearances, dear reader, deceive and Luap was, as yet, unaware of what lay beneath those oh so seductive smiles. So, as we leave Luap meditating on what might be, let’s just hope for his sake that no fairy godmother appears on the scene to grant his desires.