There was an old man quite addled His antics notoriously fabled He'd ride his bike sans britches Through forest brambles and switches 'Cause he liked his bare bottom paddled
Bicycle Crossing
Category: Two Word Tuesday
For want of applesauce
“Absent applesauce, you could use mashed bananas or even pureed prunes.” That was the epitome of my life… pureed prunes. It’s not that I wanted the best of anything, I just wanted the normal, everyday things. This time, it was applesauce, yesterday it was a broken heel on a pair of Target sale shoes, tomorrow … Continue reading For want of applesauce
Child’s play
Previously: "Paisley, rosemary, and time." Several brand-new fashion dolls lay scattered around the corner of the hotel room. Paisley had undressed and dressed the dolls for an hour. She sat in a pool of sunlight spilling through a sliding glass door that led to a green lawn. Beyond the boundary of the grass, a swimming … Continue reading Child’s play
The shape of things
The home smelled of mothballs with a lingering hint of tobacco smoke. Griffith stood at the foot of the staircase looking up into the gloomy second floor. Each stair tread had a worn indent from so many years of use. He absentmindedly stroked the acorn-shaped finial atop the newel post. The railing swayed with every … Continue reading The shape of things
What’s your number
Triplets, May, April and June, each blonde with skin like porcelain, played on the front porch of a renovated Victorian house. A Clinchburg landmark, the house was owned by local business owners, Sonny and Rainey Yeardley. Rainey was outside with her young daughters watching them dress and undress a myriad of wild-haired Barbie dolls with … Continue reading What’s your number
Too good
She boasted that she never in her life put gasoline into her own car. When her Lexus’ gas gauge edged toward E, she would call her husband at work and in her most vulnerable voice cajole him into leaving his office to come home because she was stranded. Her long-suffering spouse would come home uncomplaining … Continue reading Too good
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