Rosie sitting by the brook
Feet in water, head in book,
Isn’t worried in the least
All-absorbed in a fictional feast
Doesn’t hear the stalking beast
Rosie too late turns to look
Comes the killer with a reaping-hook
Rosie sitting by the brook
Feet in water, head in book,
Isn’t worried in the least
All-absorbed in a fictional feast
Doesn’t hear the stalking beast
Rosie too late turns to look
Comes the killer with a reaping-hook
So nice.
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I thank you.
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My pleasure dear.
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For once you’re more horrible than me. I was expecting something simply pastoral. Based on personal experience?
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Nah, I feel bad about it, cos she was quite amenable. Then I do this to her.
But she just looked so vulnerable, sitting there with her back to us. If I hadn’t already decided to use the photo for this post, I would have used it for Sammi’s Vulnerable prompt
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Moral of the story, dear readers: don’t turn your back on Crispina! 😉
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NOT EVER
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Duly noted, Brian!!
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I have a camera designed for Bond. 🙂
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LOL!
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Smilies
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She seems like me, head in book but that was too tragic…
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Sorry. I think I might be doing a Picasso and going through a ‘tragic’ phase (equates with his blue)
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But this is good🤔
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Smiles
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A different twist on the end that I wasn’t expecting but I really like your poem.
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I thank you. That ending has caught quite a few people. Not my usual style. 🙂
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Exactly what I thought 🙂
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Big smilies
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Ouch! lol Just lost my desire to sit by Brooks 😊
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Always look behind you. You might find me there, with my deadly camera.
But I did ask her permission first.
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Yes I read that. How nice of you to ask. As I look behind myself 😏
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We should never post a person’s photo on the internet without permission. We don’t know what ‘complications’ they might have in their life.
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Oh I knew that. Having dealt with Performers. Personal images are usually a no-no unless of course they are Stock images and the individual released there use to the universe LOL for a price.
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Yea. They’re a class apart.
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Nice rhyme, I didn’t realise it was Lizzie Bawden’s mother sitting there.
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Ah, that’s who she is. 🙂
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Was that a reference to Lizzie Borden? The Axe Swinger?
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Bobby’s reference was, but not mine
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Oh I know. I was asking him. 🙂
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You need to click on the reply immediately beneath his comment. Otherwise it comes to me. 🙂
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Ooopsy I thought I did 😏😊
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Yep, you did. My bad. Ooops.
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You never bad LOL
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Kisses and smiles
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Awe 😊❤💐
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I always thought it was Bawden but stand corrected.
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We knew who you meant 🙂
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I reckun t’is my Devon accent, that’s how us spells and sez it down yer
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Ah well, up my neck a’the woods, we sayr-a Boordin.
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I’m pretty sure it’s Borden. But! Don’t quote me 🙂
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We promise not to quote you. Or at least, I promise. I cannot speak for Bobby
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👍🙂
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You are so cruel… never gonna get today’s “Yutes” to read if they have to fear 😉
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Who, me? Or Brian? And the Yutes read just fine. So do we Anzoes.
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Buahaha!!
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Whatya mean, buahaha. I never know how to translate that.
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Loud out laugh laughing.
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Oh. See, this is a sign of my age. I’ve only recently got my head around the envelop seals e.f ELY, ITALY, NORWICH and SIAM
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A guffaw, if you will
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Ah … That’s damond, then
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That turned dark fast! Had a good time with my double-take at the first mention of the beast.
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Poor Rosie, sliced where she sat. I wonder if they ever found the culprit, 🙂
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I’m going to say it was her reflection – that would be creepy!
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Oh, indeed it would. Maybe her alter ego.
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Oh man, what if the reflection is the person she’d *wanted* to be, and it kills her because she’d failed to *become* who she wanted? Oh man, taking this too far…
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Hey, run with it. Could be the start of a interesting new story
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Just my style! ooo I love this one! I just got wifi up here and I will be posting but can’t catch up with all the prompts I’ve saved the challenge picture here and hope to use it!
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Yea, I’ve just been reading your account. Hope you get connected soon. 🙂
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Goosebumps! So short but exciting. I felt the pain between my shoulder blades!
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I thank you, Jessica. Bug smiles
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She looks vulnerable, still, I feel sorry for her. Nicely written.
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I thank you. And my thanks to *Rosie* if she ever seen this post!
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Ooh this is deliciously creepy Crispina, from a carefree, jaunty start to that killer last couple of lines.
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I thank you. I’m fairly new to micro-fiction, but I’m beginning to perfect the craft … thanks to some excellent tutors.
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