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..........
hehe. gotta love the muggers...i mean huggers...lol. nice 160.
ReplyDeleteYour 160 captures how I felt when I was in the classroom a long time ago. Nice!
ReplyDeleteSu-sieee! Mac
This and That. Here and There. Now, Sometimes Then.
The ampersand works. It's the I L B C N U stuff that fails. Great 160 and thanks for playing.
ReplyDeleteLooks like I am "Solutions" on my wife's computer. This is Monkey Man.
Aww! This was a wonderful 160!
ReplyDeleteLoved this and the pic too.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like a hug from a little one. Very sweet 160, Dianne.
ReplyDeleteHeck with the plans - hugs all around.
ReplyDeleteGreat 160
Moonie Hugs
Not in the realm of my experience for decades upon decades.
ReplyDeleteBest hug in the whole world!
ReplyDeletetotality
hugs; thats one fine 160
ReplyDeletemuch love
gillena
I know just how you felt! Thank God for the backup! See you Thursday?
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