This piece was written for OLWG#149
Beth looked across the
table at her Mother In
Law. She licked her lips
and lied, “I love your
lasagna, Rosemary. The
best I’ve ever had.”
Jim looked at his mom,
then moved his focus to Beth;
then rolled his eyes /cringed.
The prompts were:
- I’m not very house-trained
- licked her lips and lied
- the path of time
…
…
It’s good! But…
I don’t know why I am stymied by poetic form.
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Is it a poem? Is it ???
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sharp and succinct 🙂
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Jim knows – it’s only a matter of time before Mom breaks him.
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