And Admiral’d the fleet that made tubs go
When they mounted an engine
“Well,” Frank said, “let’s go racin’!”
Across Georgia Strait, what a great show!
Destruction, afterall, is what hurricanes like Harry do!
Said the stubby, tenacious conifer
“I’ve got your six”
His platoon murmuring support
But every time
You notice the window
The open space beyond it
The hopeful road
Leading somewhere promising
Finding goofy is always good for the soul
“This one is very, very yellow!”
She winced a little as the plea in his voice tainted the photograph of the very, very chiseled man on her Tinder app. She gave the image a flick to the right, thinking, I’ll come back for you later….
This post is a response to Ermilia Blog’s weekly Picture it & Write! challenge. The blog mistresses provide an image (this week’s is to the right). You write a very short story or poem using the…