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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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Enjoy yours too. I was supposed to be walking the camera today, but we have storms heading our way so I’m staying safe and warm inside! Hope your weather is kind to you
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Thank you so much! Of course, I will. It’s good to stay warm inside during storms. My weather here is kind to me; it’s a sunny day but with no heat. ☺️
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I love where your mind went with this one – great imagination- love it 😀
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Thank you 🤔😀🤪
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😅
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Oh, Crispina! I love this so much! It’s the sort of thing I would wish for! 💕💕💕
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Fantastic! Party on, you freaky dwarves! 🥳
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They do say – be careful what you wish for!
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Lovely story Crispina
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