Today’s words lured out a story I thought had sunk to the depths of dead bottom. 3WW: feel, tangle, shade
She unwrapped herself from the tangle of sheets and bounded out of bed. Today was her birthday!
“Did you get it, Daddy?”
“Get what?” he answered coyly, “This?” He placed a tiara on her head.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, “No, the pony!”
“Oh, that. Go on, open the back door.”
Her father rented it for her birthday party. The party guests clambered about her, a chorus of “Can I be next?” Her father led the beast for each romp around the yard. During the last ride, the pony bit his arm. His face turned an ugly shade of crimson. Instantly he reacted with his fist, a blow that knocked the stubborn pony on its ass.
Years later, she could still feel the tiara’s comb dig into her scalp.
Thanks for dropping by!