Sonja’s three lined tales presshere to join in Using the prompt picture (from unsplash) write a story or poem in three lines.
A trail of crumbs led the way, specks of pink, yellow, green, brown, coffee and vanilla stopped at the firmly closed door. Slowly I twisted the knob it made a whining squeak as the hinges released, *eeeewwwww* there sat Thomas under the stairs, his head dropped his face still and minute particles of evidence clung precariously to his mouth.My lips twitched as he raised his eyes without lifting his chin, my toe tapped rhythmically as my arms folded and I stiffled a laugh as he mumbled an appology.
Thank you.π
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Ha Ha! Busted by the crumbs!!! π
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Indeedie. π
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“Three like tales”?
That confused me to start with, but now I get it. ;~}
I might have to check that out.
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Ahh! An ignorant slip, thank you for spotting it has now been corrected. π one wouldn’t want typos taking over would one.
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Lol.
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I have empathy.
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*wipes mouth* πππ
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π
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Precious.
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A lovely word. π
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