I told Sally no
I didn’t want to go
But Sally persisted
For five mins I resisted
Then on the dancefloor
I met my Perfect Partner
While she sat alone
Full of gloom
Like an overripe gooseberry
Or a fae-plucked cherry
41 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Gooseberry

So well written Crispina
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Thank you. I really wanted another 100 words! But it’s good exercise for me
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Yes, writing with word limit is a good exercise
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😅 I love that image of an overripe gooseberry -and it’s got a great ring to it too!
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Thank you. Sometimes the right word pops!
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♥️
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yum
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Gooseberries and cherries: Recipe for a crumble?
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It was your night! I say go with it!
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Absolutely
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Well… she did insist and the results were not what she hoped for, sadly.
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Something similar did once happen. Not my ‘perfect partner’ though
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I hear ya.
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:):) Interesting.
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Thank you 🥰
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You are welcome, dear.🥰
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