To be alive and breathe and move And eat and drink and speak And read and write Is mighty fine indeed, But when I think of you, I would prefer to be inanimate. The tiny house wherein you live, The pillow on which you dream, The tub you bathe in, The soapy sponge you rub … Continue reading If You Don’t Mind, I Would Like To Be Your…
The little boy sneaked into the orchard and scrambled up the tall cherry tree. The branches poked him in the ribs. The wind buffeted him. Up he climbed, undaunted, toward the ripest cherries. Snap! The boy lay sprawled on the grass, gazing at the victorious cherries, so high, so distant... PS: This is my … Continue reading 50-Word Stories #138
Can you tell a story in just fifty words? PS: Alas, if I knew my mug would become so large I would have not reblogged this!
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