Before seeing the photo, Grandma's daughter chooses a word of the week for us to include, or not, as we choose. No bonus points.
This week's word is transport and my submission is 139 characters, using the unbonus word twice. (She said, humbly.)
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| Photo supplied as prompt |
Al dreamed of a ride-on lawnmower to transport him while he worked at his least favorite chore. He'd be in transports of joy if he had one.
Check out Grandma's Goulash and give it a try, maybe start with 140 words and work your way down to 140 characters. It's fun!
6 comments:
Used the word of the week twice in one microfiction? You are a show-off, Kay, but a very talented one! :D
I know the feeling - when I'm mowing.
My sister finally got herself a ride on a year ago - her smile was from ear to ear when she made her first pass at the lawn. Happiness is a ride-on lawn mower! (In our neck of the woods, big lunk-ish teens wont even mow the grass for TWENTY DOLLARS.
I always chuckle at the riding mowers when I see them in little teeny yards where mowing with a traditional push mower wouldn't take but five minutes, and always wonder if it takes longer with the rider to get it out of the garage/shed and put gas in, etc. Enjoyed your MF story, and great use of the word of the week.
Oh Kay, I wish Al had a ride-on too! But then most kids and men do. Women? They wish to stay away from mowing.
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Awesome double use of the WOTW! You've perfectly captured the dreams of a teenaged boy forced to mow the grass.
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