How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan: Listless

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The humidity gripped Sylvie like wet paint smothering a wall. Her hands, dry and chapped, burned like acid in the heat. She raised her skirt to wipe her face; no neighbours would see.

“Where’s my dinner?” a voice rasped.

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Listless, she looked at the wagon, prayed the babe still lived, and swung the axe. The confused chicken laid her head on the stump to rest.

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Check out Flash in the Pan at  M3 for rules and contributions. The word limit for Listless was 75 words but only 65 were utilized.

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

11 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan: Listless

  1. Oh gosh you’ve painted a desperate picture, well done it really works and is thought provoking!

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  2. Heavens!!
    Brilliantly written Tess!

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  3. Oh, I like this one. Desperation is palatable.

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  4. Well done, Tess. You have packed so much into a few short lines.

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  5. Excellent flash, Tess. The combination of babe and axe is a great twist of the imagination at the end.
    xxx

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