Photo Story: The Spoon
The fork snored lightly, sound asleep and unaware of what tomorrow would bring. He lay beside her, on his back, wide awake. Moonlight spilled across the room. In the quiet, he could hear everything. The neighbor’s cat and a faint melody that might have been a violin. A dog’s chortle. A cow’s moo. The clock’s tick. It was almost time to go. He was too tense to relax; too excited to sleep. One more hour. Then he would slip out of bed, grab his duffel, and go pick up Dixie.
He smiled, “What a dish!”
Tonight they were running away.
Photo Credit: production AL1
This is just wonderfully done! I read it like 5 times to get it all; hadn’t thought of the Nursery Rhyme for years. Just, kudos!
This is amazing! So funny and beautifully written.
exceptionally good – enjoyed it
At first I didn’t get it, but then I read it again and I was like OHH! IT’S ABOUT THE NURSERY RYHME!
Nice story thx
I love finally hearing the backstory of that couple!
haha thank you!
So clever. It really does exercise the imagination!
Thank you 🙂
Love it!!
Thank you 🙂
And now you know.