Saturday, 27 August 2011

Bluebell Books Short Story 8

Love in a wheat field.




















My heart, my mind, my soul infuse
With sweetest love, my body use.
But ‘ere we lay
Here in the hay
Please help me find my effing shoes!

Prompt by Bluebell Books Short Story Slam.
(No time today to write a real story, maybe next time).

14 comments:

  1. As I remember, it wasn't always my shoes I was looking for!

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  2. thought provoking.
    Thanks for sharing.

    :)

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  3. your words linger and make one wonder what's next.
    a job well done,

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  4. lol love your wonderful words

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  5. It's a bugger when you can't find your shoes :)

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  6. You rascal! I looked at the title, the lovely image you chose, the first line you wrote and thought 'wow - Stafford has written a love story for the ages.'
    I'm left with a chuckle and a silly smile plastered on my face ~ not a bad way to begin my day.

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  7. Great little ditty. Cheeky; I love it when sentimentality gets deflated by an unexpected ending.

    Should there be an additional 'my' in the last line?

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  8. She's a practical woman who would make some man a practical wife.

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  9. If you wore them in the barn, their ruined anyway. Just get some new ones.

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  10. The last line made me smile :-).

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  11. You had me there going all Thomas Hardy at he start. But you just can't resist a punchline, can you? Hahaha. Love it!!

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  12. Haha... wonderful :-)
    That last line took me by surprise....

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