How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Left


In the dark, graceless footsteps crunched on gravel.

“Keep it down, idiot.” Sammie hitched his threadbare pants; cricked his neck.

Hook hung his greasy head, pimpled face infected. Dandruff floated to his shoulders.

“Look at that!” Sammie pointed, eyes bright as fireflies. A sinuous silhouette slid past the only lit window.

“Get ready.”

Hook patted pockets; his shoulders sagged; hands stuck in mid-air.

“You left it, where? So—Mr. Voice—you’re no Cyrano after all!”

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The word limit for Left is 75 words. I used all 75.

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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!

31 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Left

  1. You have packed a great deal in there – I like it!


  2. You’ve nailed it once again!
    Poor Hook… Everything shows in his walk, I like the graceless footsteps.

    Is there a comma missing in line 4? (after pointed)


  3. Poor Hook. Such feeling with so few words. Amazing.


  4. This so SO GOOD….you painted an amazingly clear picture. I almost feel like I”m hidden away watching them~


  5. Cute Tess!!
    Poor guys – all the planning for naught 🙂


  6. Nice one, Tess, lots of details!
    I’m going to have to catch up with these… I’m way behind!


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  8. You’re way too good to not be published – you know that, right?


  9. This is perfect! What a picture you have painted of the lovelorn and his sidekick. Just perfect.


  10. Brilliant, Tess. As usual!


  11. Poor dear. Must be awful to have to have a crib sheet and a helper…


  12. I love the ‘eyes bright as fireflies’. It’s another classic!