Here is an entry where poetry and narrative fiction are lost to each other in (un)holy matrimony! Scorn! Woman’s fury? Bill may have been on to something.
I love this entrant’s approach to our contest: a terse reprimand that blends elements of poetry and narration. Remind me not to do anything to offend this woman! We are delighted to have a fresh author enter the playground, with this imaginative missive. Welcome Dolores. Can I fix you a drink?
by Dolores Rider
Well hello, please have a seat, if you wouldn’t mind lending an ear to a situation you will find amazingly hilarious. As a gift and by mending a shattered etiquette sustaining a frown mellow of welcoming Princess House, is quite preposterous. A dark shadow lingered tail end into my home, the sound of snarled apology echoed from fascia, walls, beautifully luminous.
Sometimes silly words cause the unintended wrong impression, that usually leads to one of most familiar question a note stating I love you or is it I love you for to avoid aggression. Time fades quick where memories kept as a no remuneration. To reminisce about a love that once was there and to beat wandered commotion, Is more difficult to assess than a love for real with more communication.
Anytime you wish to visit your five children, please be our guest, do not expect a welcoming committee; the only bequest once your foot touches a floor in each of their heart, prepare for questions and give legit reasons why you had to part. For myself being one who would have done the needed to impart.
Final answer; No time for sob stories, the only reality of the situation is, time changed fast. On a different note, you appeared ultimately sluggish for your age, even a sloth is quicker than you. Your apology will never stick a Post-it note on a heart’s wall ever again. Oblige the next person with your hit and misses of apology and pleases.