30th Oct 2017
Where on earth to go with the prompt today .
Oh well, here we go then:
Forbidden
She thought it was forbidden
so she always kept it hidden
and only when she'd died
did they find out
She was a quiet one they said
finding the box under the bed
who'd of guessed this was
what she was about
One and all they told their story
how they thought her grim and gory
but none had thought her
capable of this
They put the suitcase on the bed
right beside the girl now dead
and while they pondered each
gave her a kiss.
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Monday, October 30, 2017
Thursday, April 27, 2017
SSS- Well
27th April.
Six sentences and using the cue n- "well"
Packing
Jackie sat on his bed and helped Daniel to pack his suitcase, slowly folding each jumper and t shirt and handing them to him, brushing her fingers against his and wondering how they had lived together in the same flat for the last three years without getting close romantically.
"Pass me those books, please," he put out his hand without looking at her, seemingly oblivious to her grief, which, to be fair she was trying to hide.
Why hadn't she done something before, she thought as she passed him the book of poems they used to read on rainy evenings whilst drinking a glass of Rose.
Was it too late now, she thought, after all the train to Doncaster would leave Bath at four o'clock and then he would be gone forever.
"I'll miss you," she whispered, reaching for his hand, their eyes meeting, each pouring into the other the longing that, secretly, they held between them.
"Well," he said softly, pulling her towards him, "you can always get a job in Bath and follow me down and do you know what, I'd like nothing better"
Six sentences and using the cue n- "well"
Packing
Jackie sat on his bed and helped Daniel to pack his suitcase, slowly folding each jumper and t shirt and handing them to him, brushing her fingers against his and wondering how they had lived together in the same flat for the last three years without getting close romantically.
"Pass me those books, please," he put out his hand without looking at her, seemingly oblivious to her grief, which, to be fair she was trying to hide.
Why hadn't she done something before, she thought as she passed him the book of poems they used to read on rainy evenings whilst drinking a glass of Rose.
Was it too late now, she thought, after all the train to Doncaster would leave Bath at four o'clock and then he would be gone forever.
"I'll miss you," she whispered, reaching for his hand, their eyes meeting, each pouring into the other the longing that, secretly, they held between them.
"Well," he said softly, pulling her towards him, "you can always get a job in Bath and follow me down and do you know what, I'd like nothing better"
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