Friday February 28th, 2020

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: tendrils.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Tendrils
Perhaps it was her imagination, but Margaret thought that Chris's eyes might have narrowed a little when Theresa played SLANTED. Then again, the poor man's head was so distorted from what she thought of as normal he might just have been sneezing, or clearing his throat. Then he tapped his rack twice with an index finger that was clearly missing the first joint and set down TENDRILS very rapidy, the clicking of the tiles reminding her of Fred Astaire. She wondered if that was a warning as she added COMPOSTS, knowing full well that that definitely was.

Marc said...

Greg - sorry about this posting late. I somehow managed to put the wrong day on it when I was scheduling the week.

Heh, I think I shall enjoy this round. I like the clicking of the tiles detail - that's nicely done.