This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The ramblings below are just practice. Practice makes perfect.
The workweek’s closing in, it’s almost Monday; I’m beginning to choke.
When I was young my parents split up. My mother moved away.
No one ever told me why, “They simply agreed to disagree,” was the most that anyone would say.
Years later, I learned that another woman had been to blame.
So I asked my dad about her.
He told me that she had been a salty girl.
“She had ginger hair, and a face like mine,” Dad remembered.
“I fancied I loved her first,” he said, “then she left with your mom.
“But, that was so long ago. I just don’t care anymore.”
Come With Me Tonight
If I buy you breakfast in the morning, they’ll think that we’re married
Do you remember our war?
Recall what it was like?
Do you remember that big guy?
He always smelled like smoke and diesel fuel.
He only wanted to marry his girl, settle down, and get a job at the mill.
He used to tell me that he’d introduce me to his sister when we got home.
What was his name?
I can’t recollect, but I guess it’s on the wall.
We could probably find it if we looked.
Good times huh?
There must have been a few… but honestly, I can’t remember them.
This week’s prompts are:
- get away with it
- Here kitty, kitty, kitty
- You shouldn’t ask me that
Go ahead and dive in,
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.