Grandpa Tom went jogging in the park. His feet were swift, his shoulders high, his eyes bright. He sped past fat young men who barely dragged their feet. When he noticed his shoelaces were undone, grandpa Tom stooped, and tied them. He could not straighten himself up. ‘Help!’ he cried.
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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this is quite funny. 🙂 he thought he had them beat. hehe
You don’t post anything in the weekend, do you? 🙂
not too often. it just depends how tired I am sometimes. lol.
I love the idea of a 50 word story done every day. I’ve had writer’s block for three years, this sounds like a great way to jump start my withered imagination.
Oh, and the story was lovely.
I’ve had a Grandpa Tom moment, and I’m a heck of a lot younger. 🙂