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“What!”
“I know, I know. Don’t shout, Mum. It’s not my fault.” Shirley twisted her hankie and scrunched her face, knowing full well the place was an utter disgrace.
“No parties. We agreed it,” her mother ranted.
“But it wasn’t a party. They arrived.” She hadn’t invited them.
“Who were they? Some friends, those, to create this bedlam.”
“Not friends, more…birthday wishes.” Wishes now regretted.
She wished she’d never wished for those Tolkienesque dwarves.
74 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bedlam
Those dwarves must have been causing bedlam here… Great story! 👍☺️
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Thank you. Spur of the moment penning!
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You’re most welcome. Exactly, you’re also #1 this week, and I’m #2. ☺️
Enjoy your wonderful weekend! ☺️
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I love where your mind went with this one – great imagination- love it 😀
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