Wordle #425

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

The shy cats finally came close enough to my finger to lick the salt off of it. But suddenly, I was no longer enjoyable. They turned only to collide into one another, then left. I thought they’d like being mine, but they refused to follow me. They were free and intended to stay that way. Well, no matter, I had to forge on. The light was diminishing. Plus, it looked like it wouldn’t remain dry very much longer. I needed to get the perfect image for that fancy-schmancy style magazine. It was my last shot or lose my job.

Wordle #423

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

“What a stroke of luck,” spying my keys and finding a stamp too! I easily bent down to retrieve them, but my knees made me grunt and wail straightening up. The pain shot up quickly until I was level again. I held on tight to the side rail on the back stairs. Then a flash of fear coursed through my body, adding to my phobia of going down staircases. I pressed on, regardless. I couldn’t keep my waiting fans in the wind outside. The applause of the mass awaiting me overruled any fears.

I am a star, after all.

Wordle #421

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

I saw smoke in the mirror and the electric stage in the back watching the people sway to the beat on the dance floor. Some might come to a clash what with all the elbowing going on in that tight group. My sexy waiter removed the cork, very sensual-like against the jazz sounds coming from the band. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. This jive turkey flashed a big grin, thinking he could pluck me away. I decided to empower or at least encourage him by flashing back my big fake grin. 

Then I gave him the finger.

Wordle #420

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

This hack thought highly of himself, but in reality, another know-it-all safe in our midst. But he couldn’t roll with us. He couldn’t even act his way through this job credibly — time to cut ties, scratch this loser. We finished and headed out.

The pain in my hands was intense as I continued to burrow away from the job in our make-shift tunnel.

Outside, the hail was coming down fast. It felt like acid hitting us. Pay-backs for doing a dirty deed? The pain was justice for committing the robbery when you tamper with the natural order – Karma.

 

Wordle #419

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

The exotic dancer sashays across the room in her feathery and sensual costume. Oh, I will never tire of watching her! Shame to say goodbye, but changes in my schedule forced me to leave her. It makes me want to scream! Before I catch my next flight, though, I absolutely must devour some food and take my prescribed pill quicklyor I will surely die from malnutrition. That’s what happens when I let my fantasies take over. Maybe I should take a quick steam bath too? Would probably make this scrawny body of mine perk right up.

Then I’m awake.

Wordle #145

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Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Stinking supervisor, have to work second shift again. It’s like he has a grudge against me or something. And the recently posted schedule has me working the upcoming holiday too. Hogwash! I need some time off, damn it!

I could see the feral cat in the yard on the surveillance camera. Its tail gave a little wiggle as if to say hi. Feeling a tinge of homesickness, the separation from my kitty made me wish he were here now. Might have to sneak him in if these shifts continue. But my damn supervisor would probably be rigid and enforce the No Pets rule. I hate my job.

Ugh, I felt ill all of a sudden. Chills passed through my body, and I felt my bile gurgling up as nausea set in. I became light-headed and wobbly standing on my wedge heels. And then I purged, all over myself. As soon as the last bit had come up, I went to wash myself off.

I think my body is trying to tell me something.

 

 

Wordle #415

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

The spray tan had transferred to the wrap I was wearing. It had stained the material right below the scar on my chest where I had tied it. Oh well. Regardless, I still shimmy just fine as I turn the corner, walking sexy-like towards the lift.

I decided to call my mother at dawn. She had a fit when I told her about the stain. Hope she doesn’t try to choke me when I get home. She was evil like that. I call her a sham mom because real moms wouldn’t shell out beatings on their kids as she does.