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Sunday Micro Fiction From Rich Osgood's Five Word Prompt: ointment lurid postcard tonic luncheonette
Instead Of Lubricant
She asked for ointment and our giggles ruined it, so we ended up at the luncheonette. Instead of water, I asked for tonic. She called me lurid and I didn’t understand. She said it meant brilliant. We wrote a postcard, beginning with “Dear Lambs,” ending with “Your Dam and Sire.” One never knows what the day will bring, she said. I’m glad it brought you, I answered.
She asked for ointment and our giggles ruined it, so we ended up at the luncheonette. Instead of water, I asked for tonic. She called me lurid and I didn’t understand. She said it meant brilliant. We wrote a postcard, beginning with “Dear Lambs,” ending with “Your Dam and Sire.” One never knows what the day will bring, she said. I’m glad it brought you, I answered.
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posted on 3 May 2010, 1:40 PM
Refreshing. Clever use of language.
Lynn
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Author of You Want Me to Do WHAT? Journaling for Caregivers
posted on 2 Jun 2010, 10:49 AM
Thanks, Lynn.