Thanks so much to all the ladies who welcomed me into the last meeting of their book club!  I enjoyed the writing exercise of taking a list of random words and creating something in 20 minutes or so that incorporated every word.  Here is my first attempt at this:

Words
velvet recliner
OPI Skyfall nail polish
phallus
grandfather clock
angst
rug
shot glass
tentacles
mashed potatoes
hair net

     He was old.  Worn down.  Decrepit.  The meaning of his life had been reduced to the monotonous ticking of the grandfather clock, the relentless groans of the velvet recliner, the patchwork of stains on the faded rug.  Deep lines of shame, and sadness, and faded glory, spread like tentacles across his weathered face.  A shot glass, empty and cracked, lay loosely within his gnarled hands.  Alongside was a plate - remnants of a final meal - beef, mashed potatoes, a roll.

     The angst which he felt in those final hours had faded away, diffused into his hide, hidden forever.

     His wife lay nearby.  The suddenness, the ferocity, of his final fury on display in the trinkets surrounding her battered frame.  Broken glasses, a bloody hair net, a torn dress.  And the incongruent reminders of a happier time - Revlon eyeliner, OPI Skyfall nail polish, Maybeline lip liner - faded remnants of a feminine life.

     The bodies lay motionless, drained, with a settling phallus-like stiffness providing a waxy countenance to this scene of grieving love.