Because he’d “been there, done that,” every morning as they out-the-door readied themselves, Moses would encourage Danette, his wife with the same problem as his, by laying a great big “Thank-you!” on her.WELCOME TO the happily-hosted-by-Grandma’s-Goulash Succinctly Yours, a perfectly wonderful meme that picks up where our dearly departed Microfiction Monday left off by asking the burning question:
How low can you go?
THE GIST: Use the photo provided by GG as inspiration for a story of 140 characters or 140 words. (It doesn’t have to be exactly 140, just not more.) Oh?! *nods an impressed head* You want an even BIGGER challenge?! Then incorporate the word of the week into your flash tale. This Monday's assignment is "dream," which I chose to skip, since that smitch of the game is optional. <-–Whew! and thank God, because I DON'T need that kind o' preshah!
HERE’S
January 16th’s picture
AND my story:
MOST TIMES, Danette was thoughtful of others. But on a spring day such as this, sitting park bench-lovely and basking in the sun, she unlocked her tootsies from their usual hermetic-sealing wrap of Saran and, just this once, let them smell –and I don’t mean "the roses." –47 words. . . . . . .
THREE WORDS:
THREE WORDS:
That's a wrap!Luv, SparkleFarkle~~~~~*
Rest in peace, my Mollo, ZuZu, and anyone within a 60-mile radius of Danette.
12 comments:
Ah, the aromas around park benches :-)
Nice one.
My daughter and I always told people that our feet smelled like strawberries. She may have believed that but I knew better.
Sitting on a park bench tends to make one philosophical doesn't it?
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Danette is quite the blythe spirit, isn't she?
:)
Wow. Danette must have some powerful smelly stompers.
LOL I wouldn't be sitting around that park bench.
LOL I wouldn't be sitting around that park bench.
Eeuw....feet wrapped in plastic wrap. Now that would make for *fragrant* feet!
Sorry to be late to the party, Anthony, Jim, Pooch, dear Miss Totey, Sonia , and Pat--can't forget Pat! I got my self involved in a must-do-due, over the weekend, that was down right insane --not to mention, sUfFoCaTiNg(<--!). It would be suffice to say, I felt like I was totally AND tightly wound up in Saran Wrap whose binding edge went invisible--> I couldn't get out of it!!! On the brighter side, my socks were clean, so I was able to keep my tootsies in check.
Happy Monday to all, and as for feet: keep 'em sweet!
SF~~~~~*
Poo smelly feet! ;)
Did you know if your nose runs and your feet smell you're upside down!
I'd always thought that Saran Wrap was supposed to keep things fresh. Although considering the things I've pulled out of my refrigerator . . .
Loved this one from Moses to the final wrap.
sweet sweat ain't so sweet.
Your mini-writes are always fun, Sparkle.
The only time I put plastic wrap on my feet was when I slathered my calloused heels with lotion and didn't want to get my sheets covered in the stuff.
Of course, I didn't have to slather them at bedtime, which I realized the next day after a very uncomfortable night.
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