Grandma's Goulash, and writer-bloggers are invited to write a short story about it in 140 words or less, or a short-short item of 140 characters or less, including spaces and punctuation.
I'm running late this week but I'm going to try for the 140-character option.
Here are my three submissions:
The woman sat, dreaming happily after her lunch. Little did she know the park police were coming, to make her their first littering arrest.
The park policeman radioed: "We've got a litterer, Sarge, on the left: sunglasses and conflicting stripes. Should we bring her in now?"
Her husband approached and said, "Quick, pick up those papers. Don't you know the new litter law starts today and I'm the crown prosecutor?"
Each one a mini-story on its own, or read all three in a row for a maxi-mini story with a mere 70 words, half the suggested number.
However, the word of the week, chosen by Grandma's daughter Calico before she has seen the photo, is "dream" and I've used "dreaming" instead. Succinct, yes. Perfect, no. But it is almost midnight. G'night, folks!