No one could deny it was a catastrophe; the apples, originally gift-wrapped up exquisitely in a basket intended as an enchantment for a young lady, enticing her to sing and chatter with OOOs and AHHs, were lying rotting by the door, flies buzzing and feasting on their smelly nastiness.
Oh, how I crave for things always to go right, not these hit-or-miss moments where my angel wings disintegrate in frustration. If only I could latch on to some catalyst that would not limit me from performing at one hundred percent at all times! If only I could be a god!
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If only . . . Great write, Susi. Loved the photo as well.
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Oh, the things I would change! lol Thanks, Sara, glad you enjoyed it. :)
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Hang on, join the queue. I have requested to be God already. I’d only be a smiter for the first day, of course.
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lol Oh, sorry! Just wanting to reserve my spot! ;) Thanks for reading, and enjoying.
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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I loved this, the image of the rotting fruit and wanting to be better.
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<3 Thank you, Diana!
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Well done! This was a difficult batch…
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Yes, it was! Thanks so much!
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I’ve been looking for this prompt. Thank you.
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Glad I could help! :)
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“If only I could be a God.” Whew, the pressure that comes with that!
Great way to work the prompt, Susi!
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Who knows? It might be the easiest job in the world! ;) Thanks, Tre!
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Managing all these folks giving off massive headaches?! I don’t know, but you never know. LOL! You’re most welcome!
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But they wouldn’t be massive headaches to the mightiest! lol
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