Dottie imagines herself a do-it sort of person—but is defeated at times. (Lawnmower? Still in pieces on her garage floor.)
One day she had a screwdriver out to dismantle an ‘uncooperative’ vacuum.
I smiled. “Why don’t you just take it to the garage and show it the mower?”
One day she had a screwdriver out to dismantle an ‘uncooperative’ vacuum.
I smiled. “Why don’t you just take it to the garage and show it the mower?”
Today is Fifty Day Wednesday!
And that means another challenge to tell a story using ONLY fifty words.
Thank you so much, Adela, for opening this new world to me . . .
Sooo fun!
This is an uber-fun, uber-challenging exercise.
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I tried rewriting my Words for Wednesday using only 50 words. Here's the result:
ReplyDeleteEnjoying the crunching beechmast, Susan ate one beecnut.The tangy taste filled her mouth. She had eaten many last year, leaving her miserable for days. She'd be sensible!
Soaking should make them digestible. Contrary to her habits, Susan remembered the nuts. They were sweeter, tastier. But she still had a stomach-ache.
PS: I liked your story. Threatening the mower with a screwdriver might help ;)
DeleteAwesome story, Charlotte! I'm so excited you participated. And so sorry for Susan!
DeleteAh, yes, threats sometimes help. Many a vacuum has been torn apart, cleaned, and restored by my screwdriver. It's one of my few accomplishments that i can generally get them unstuffed and unstuck.
ReplyDeleteI wish you and your trusty screwdriver were here, Mimi! My vacuum has developed chills and fever...
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