Share Your World 30th June
Joe wanted a floral wallpaper design so went to a special wall design shop. He said to the salesman, “I want to look at wallflowers.”
The salesman said, “then you better go two doors down, there’s a bar there”, thinking he was making a joke. Meanwhile Joe was seriously focused on trying to decide between a peony or a lupin design.
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Three Things Challenge #MM105
Joe bent down and picked something up. “This single feather could be as sharp as a razor on the sidewalk.” Joe had lived on the street too long and had many thoughtful and lonely days. It wasn’t long before a van pulled up and Joe disappeared. Did Joe see the future?
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OLWG# 424- A Victorian Christmas
There was a boy, he was named Tim
He was tall, hairy and very thin.
His girlfriend, she was quite tiny
Her name was Sue and she was whiny
“Get your awful hair cut, you need a trim!”
So he just left her, on a whim.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
The rattle of thunder and rush in the river was radar for the string of happenings to come. The haunted eyes, circled in black, the white skin stretched like pebbles over bones tips me off to what’s next. Some say it is only a legend, but when sharp tips of bony wings swing toward you very fast, ripping into your safe reality, you’ll believe anything!
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Wordle 712
Fasten your seatbelt was the cry
As a flash of a stop sign flew by
Go faster said the genius in back
And then I realized the driver’s lack
Wasn’t wearing his glasses
As the country side passes
I suddenly spy
And offer a cry
There’s a ditch you can’t see
Guy in back agreed
And then we all landed at the edge of a sea!
This tale is short, not a great ending
When your ride is quickly descending
Driver should not be dim sighted,
Driving too fast and frankly, delighted.
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Three Things Challenge #MM104
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One senyru and one haiku:
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he can climb mountains
so tackled with confidence
the slide did him in
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cold and jagged peaks
contrast soft yellow blossoms
nature’s conundrum
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SenHai Saturday #11
“Brace yourself Matilda, I’m coming in!” Matilda opened the rickety wooden door and held it aside. Her husband trudged in, soaking wet from the storm.
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Weekend Writing Prompt #422 – Brace
The Bag Lady 
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