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Me: So, what d’you think? Ruddy: Me: It’s a selfie Ruddy: Me: My profile photo Ruddy: Me: For the dating app Ruddy: Me: You know, the one Santa’s set up Ruddy: [Dating app! Those elves… Wouldn’t catch us reindeer being … Continue reading
“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. “You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.” “But, Dad…” His father edged … Continue reading
I said poetic. He said pathetic. I said realistic. He allowed artistic. I said quizzical. He said risible. I said erotic. He laughed and said quixotic. 26 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Quixotic
The cheek, the nerve, the insult of it Calling me cuckoo! Stupid inbred misfits, you want to fight? It’s Cocoa. Cocoa, you blurry-eyed birds. It is, of course, a pigeon. But rather fancy.
I didn’t expect to find such a thing here Not in my hometown Nothing magical here. That’s why first off, I thought it an underpass. Yet… what was that I saw beyond it? Red? Red trees, red bushes? What was … Continue reading
“Lady, where are you wintering this year?” asked Lady Anne’s iridescent-armoured beau. “Burlingham. As usual,” she answered, a little bit haughty. “But, Lady, you know who’ll be there.” She turned a scornful look on him. “Lady, he wears black and … Continue reading
I bequeath to you my best left shoe These past ten years I’ve had no use of it What use when I’ve no foot to put in it? When your father pushed me over the railings at the zoo He … Continue reading
Oh, there she goes again Making like she’s not a big pain Limping like she’s bloody well lame “What’s the matter, lovey, can’t you keep up?” “You know I’m not well.” Yea, yea, yea, now whirl your arms and hug … Continue reading
Annie’s colleagues didn’t like her. She was stern, they said; she never smiled. Yet with me, she was fine. She invited me to dinner, after work one Friday night. “What the…!” I said when I saw where she lived. She nodded, … Continue reading