Five Sentence Fiction: this weeks word prompt is: Clutch.
Running down the street shouting, clutching my suitcase in one hand and my umbrella in the other, I tried to get the bus driver’s attention. The last passenger descended as I reached the back-end of the vehicle.
Wow, I though, I’ve made it but the bus started rolling forward, my shouts went unheard.
Resigned, I began to walk home, cutting through the countryside. As I arrived in my village, the bus passed me on its return trip into town.
Lovely Georgia.
Michael why wont the car move?
Clutches stuffed Georgia.
But you can fix it?
Of Course, I’m more than a pretty face you know.
Oh dear, I’ll ring for a mechanic then.
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LOL! Loverly reply Michael! I’ll remember this the next time I miss a bus! 😉
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That moment of resignation!
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Yes…desperation lead to cartharsis…
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I can feel the frustration and know it so well.
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Ugh…isn’t it terrible, your right there and then….off it goes without you! Thanks for your comment Lizzie!
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