Ow!
Sorry, this must be one of those brushes for a bald man.
He laughed, sort of, his breath soursweet. At least he was up. He would remember this.
There. How’s that? He always asked. She never answered. It was lumpy. It would hurt to take the rubber band out and do it again. Mom always used a scrunchy. All Dad could find now were elastics, like the one that closed the oversized Walmart bag that held her Cheez Whiz on white. She knew the lunch monitor would help her with the elastic after she fixed her ponytail.
Patricia DeWit
ZZDeWit Photos
I really like your style. You pack a punch in few words. Succinct and descriptive.
Patricia, I highlighted you on my latest blog post – Top 10!
http://mjmonaghan.wordpress.com/2012/01/20/blog-quotes-top-10/
Wow… I’m humbled and honored. Thank-you!
Where selective memory is a girl’s best friend. Best. Tag. Line. EVER.
…and choosing to select the good gives FREEDOM! Thanks for coming by.
You have such a way with words, the story sucked me right in.
Thanks so much for coming by and taking the time to read.
You told a wonderful story, with few words.
It’s not easy. Lots of edits to get down to only 420 characters. Thanks for the kind words.
love this shot. always love reflection shots.
Took a moment and a reread, but then I was able to follow your mind. Lovey, terse, compact meanings in stories loaded with layers. Very nice.
Ya, in such a limited amount of words I have to give lots of hints and sometimes they don’t come together until the end. Thanks so much for coming by!