An antique typewriter Each week, Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog posts a prompt word and invites bloggers to come up with a Six Sentence Story. It's a fun challenge for writers, and a delight for readers. Go over to her blog to read what others have written, and feel free to post your own story, too! This week's prompt: twist. ********************************* The kids who moved in next door were big kids--much older than her 3-year-old self--but they might be fun to play with, and as they were coming towards her, the idea of them being new friends seemed at least possible. She was rather shy, but she understood the basics of making friends, so when those neighbors crowded all around her and asked her what her name was, she didn't hesitate to answer. She thought she had spoken loudly enough, but apparently her shyness got the best of her, because they didn't seem to have heard her. "Twisty?" they asked, and recognizing she needed to be even louder, she ...
What a sweet photo. Such a happy smile.
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DeleteHahaha!! That's so cute. Now that you mention it, I don't remember seeing any pigeons when we were there.
ReplyDeleteThey were certainly discouraging feeding the pigeons when we were there 12 years ago. That didn't stop the pigeons from being completely comfortable with strangers, though!
Delete…and what's the deal with the marching pigeon in the background?
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Oh, you know those Brits--always so formal! :-)
DeleteBAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
DeleteHenk! My favorite everything. Husband Hunk Honey Henk Hugging Hmmmmmm.... ;-)
ReplyDeleteWell, He has Humor too and I Hope to be Happy with him for many more years.
Health, ugh, I won't even go there, but I know there are far worse off then me.
HOPE, is the most important I guess....
Oh, Bianca, you are a natural at this! :-)
DeleteWhat a happy picture indeed! That pigeon looks quite content!
ReplyDeleteYes, he was!
DeleteDarling, darling picture! We fed the lorakeets at the zoo one time, and they landed on our heads, arms, backs, shoulders, anywhere they could gain purchase. Freaked Emma out (she was only about 4).
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