Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, Bone will post three (or more) words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything.
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This week’s words are:
It’s always something. Every year a new toy or a better game. Gets broken right away and then what happens. It gets recalled anyway. Lead poisoning? When I was a kid, we ate paint chips and look at me! Nothing wrong with my brain. You think I can afford all the latest gadgets? Me, working my fingers to stubs seventy hours a week? For what? To hear the rugrats whine and carrying on? Shut up or I’ll give you something to cry about!
I swear they must think I’m dim or on crack again to fall for the Christmas racket this year. They see an ad and don’t even think about the price. Maybe if their father’s would fork over some dough. Haven’t heard from Kenny or Jimmy lately. John’s in prison again and Frank’s shacking up with the milkmaid. Paul keeps bugging me for money, but come on already! I live in shoe for crying out loud. A moldy, leaky, smelly shoe that should have been condemned years ago. Would’ve been too if my youngest’s daddy hadn’t worked for the county zoning board.
Holiday spirit? Tell you what. The only thing gonna be hung in those stockings this year are packs of cigarettes. I get them at the reservation smoke shop. Merry Christmas.
By Rose Dewy Knickers, November 28th, 2007