Trio No 4: Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning.
Sunday morning, up with the lark
Off I went to take a walk in the park!
The sun was up white and shining
On a clear crisp and bright morning!
“Trring trrring” went my faithful ol’ phone
” Hi, remember me ?” said a deep baritone!
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Food evokes all the senses: the scent of pastry baking, the sound of a fork clinking on a plate… This week, make our mouths water with stories about pie.
I returned from hospital one dark night
The end of the long day finally in sight.
Pangs of hunger cried out to be slaked
Longingly I thought of the pie I had baked.
Barely reached home, out of the car I jumped
And straight to the fridge I huffed and puffed.
Opened the door in a trice
Eager to wolf a big big slice!!
Alas! Of the pie, signs there were none,
The tears, they rolled down – one by one!!