Written for OLWG# 208
She was born in Jamaica, grew up in New York.
I was a red-headed Irishman from Cork.
She’d been christened “Precious” after a grandmother,
who had carried that name.
I asked her to marry me the night that we met; she turned me down.
“I could never do that,” she explained. “We’re as different as
chalk and cheese, you and I.”
I wore her down, though.
We have beautiful children.
This week’s prompts were:
- gut shot
- who am I kidding
- chalk and cheese
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
a lovely little tale: I remember the delightful, off-kilter film, ‘Precious’ from some years ago now —
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Oooo…got the “who am I kidding”
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I’ve some odd combos in my family. Sometimes it is the differences that make us try harder. 😉
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