Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sunday 160, leadership

Terrified by too many of them, holes in the tactical plan, only a backup prevented casualties.
I surrendered to a tiny hug, & an adoring grin after Sunday School.


(This is a flash-fiction poem in exactly 160 characters, spaces included. I cheated with the ampersand.  To try one, or see more, visit Monkey Man HERE . Post on Sunday, and let him know!)  For those fellow bloggers who follow me, these are rarely fiction.  I write what I know, and what takes me deeper into life by observing..........


11 comments:

  1. hehe. gotta love the muggers...i mean huggers...lol. nice 160.

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  2. Your 160 captures how I felt when I was in the classroom a long time ago. Nice!
    Su-sieee! Mac
    This and That. Here and There. Now, Sometimes Then.

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  3. The ampersand works. It's the I L B C N U stuff that fails. Great 160 and thanks for playing.

    Looks like I am "Solutions" on my wife's computer. This is Monkey Man.

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  4. Aww! This was a wonderful 160!

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  5. Loved this and the pic too.

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  6. There's nothing like a hug from a little one. Very sweet 160, Dianne.

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  7. Heck with the plans - hugs all around.

    Great 160

    Moonie Hugs

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  8. Not in the realm of my experience for decades upon decades.

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  9. hugs; thats one fine 160

    much love
    gillena

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  10. I know just how you felt! Thank God for the backup! See you Thursday?

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