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After accepting my first job in Atlanta, I had just two weeks to relocate. My new employer paid for two months lodging in a motel efficiency, so I didn't worry about finding an apartment. The two weeks were spent working a notice for my current employer and emptying my apartment. I gave away a lot of things and put others in storage. Time flew and before I knew it, I was leaving Buffalo with my cat, my clothing and a few other items that I managed to stuff into my subcompact car. Once I reached Atlanta, I figured the worst was over. I had two months to find a new apartment. How hard could that be?
“I’m not waiting one second longer. My mouth is dry enough to grow xerophytes. I need a drink.” (97)
“Of course it came from Cuba. Can’t you read the bag?” (56)
Would those girls try to steal her bags? Maude kept a firm grip and wished she could run. In the future, she’d shoplift lighter goods. (136)
She’d snatched the last pair of discounted Ray Ray Ban 3293’s from her friend’s hands. They were perfect for the walks she’d now take alone. (137)
How low can you go?
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Word of the Week:xerophyte
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Posted on February 19, 2013 10:07 am under General
I don’t mind giving my opinion, but I’m continually amazed by the number of people who seek it, especially when it’s on a subject I know little or nothing about. People used to stop me in the grocery store and ask my opinion about products. My first impulse was to check my outfit and see if it resembled the ones worn by store employees. Nope. Maybe I just look approachable. Even after I explained to one lady that I hated cottage cheese, she still wanted to know which brand I thought was the best. It was even worse in the first-aid section, where my opinion was sought on everything from bad breath to hemorrhoids. Read more »
The neighbor’s cat had made her last trip through his back yard. Now if he could just get the bad taste out of his mouth. (122)
His human claimed she was committed to his dental care, but substituting a garden hose for a water pic showed mighty poor judgment. (131)
His tail had disappeared and Grandma was the prime suspect. He’d heard she’d been collecting tales for one hundred weeks. (123)
I was certainly smiling, when I realized that this was the one hundred week marker for Succinctly Yours and just a month away from our second anniversary. Writing and reading tiny tales is one of the highlights of my week. Many thanks to everyone who has contributed stories and left comments. It is much appreciated.