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Showing posts with label sea gulls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea gulls. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

3:25 Time Schedule




Okay, Harold.  We made it to the clock, and yes! I see the time.  It’s not my fault we’re late.

Oh, come on, Joyce!  You are always making us late.  How far have we traveled today…and how many times have we waited for you?

Harold, if you keep this up, I will not allow you to dive into that plate of crostino with garlic bread…

Hey, you two!  We have had enough of this!  If we had known how you bicker non-stop, we would not have invited you on this trip!

Sorry, Leticia!  Harold is so erratic; I can never follow him anywhere.  On the flight over, he made me drop my shrimp…

Okay, ladies!  Here we are!  See the 3:25 tour bus!  I get the fat bald guy; Joyce, you take out the big redhead.  Leticia, you hit the skinny guy with the comb-over. 

And, it’s bombs awaaaaaayyyyy!

This is a re-post of September 2012.  The prompt was the photo above.  Not a lot to work with, but then Photo Prompts are supposed to be challenging!


Monday, September 17, 2012

PhotoPrompt: The Clock


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What time is it?  Where is it?  What the heck are those sea gulls doing?  Should we be running away?  Alfred Hitch...who? 

Okay, just being silly.  But this is my choice for PhotoPrompt this week.  There are so many possibilities here, nothing binding or hard.  In six minutes, the clock will chime the half-hour...

Write a poem, flash fiction, prose, gut reaction, quick memory and post it at your site.  Copy and paste this photo onto your post, and refer to Monday PhotoPrompt gang, who are listed on the right sidebar, beneath the bunny.  Refer to this site, so other people will come and read about this writing prompt. 

Looking forward to some writing from y'all!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

PhotoPrompt: The Clock Strikes




Okay, Harold.  We made it to the clock, and yes! I see the time.  It’s not my fault we’re late.

Oh, come on, Joyce!  You are always making us late.  How far have we traveled today…and how many times have we waited for you?

Harold, if you keep this up, I will not allow you to dive into that plate of crostino with garlic bread…

Hey, you two!  We have had enough of this!  If we had known how you bicker non-stop, we would not have invited you on this trip!

Sorry, Leticia!  Harold is so erratic; I can never follow him anywhere.  On the flight over, he made me drop my shrimp…

Okay, ladies!  Here we are!  See the 3:25 tour bus!  I get the fat bald guy; Joyce, you take out the big redhead.  Leticia, you hit the skinny guy with the comb-over. 

And, it’s bombs awaaaaaayyyyy!