Tag: Writing
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#swing
Hitting the red ball with all his strength, he watched it #swing around the pole on its tether, winding higher and higher until it was out of reach. As a child, he had played for hours. Lost in his memories, he forgot… The ball unwound and smacked him in the face. #vss365
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#knees
His kilt swung back and forth as he marched up the path. The group of young girls giggled as one commented just a little too loudly. “Who knew that #knees could be so sexy?” Embarrassed, they met his dancing eyes as he made his way past them. His wink sent them into fits. #vss365
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#cage
She was trapped in a #cage, except they called it a “cubicle.” At least rodents got wheels to run around on, all she got was miles of red tape. Her big project for next week was a ribbon cutting for a Ferris Wheel. Her company phone rang. There was no escape. #vss365
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#drink
Can I buy you a #drink?” He asked, plopping down in the stool next to her. She glared at him. “No.” “Wait, before you tell me to go shove it up my ass, I’ve got something I think you’ll want to hear,” he said, eyes darting about. He leaned closer. “It’s about your dog…” #vss365
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#eat
She only managed to choke down half of the piece of blueberry pie. Each mouthful tasted like sawdust. “It’s good, Grammy,” she lied through gasping breaths, searching for her water. “Just like you always used to make it.” “Shut up and #eat,” the old woman said. #vss365
Nadine Kirzinger 