Photo Story: The Spoon
The fork snored lightly, sound asleep and unaware of what tomorrow would bring. He lay beside her, on his back, wide awake. Moonlight spilled across the room. In the quiet, he could hear everything. The neighbor’s cat and a faint melody that might have been a violin. A dog’s chortle. A cow’s moo. The clock’s tick. It was almost time to go. He was too tense to relax; too excited to sleep. One more hour. Then he would slip out of bed, grab his duffel, and go pick up Dixie.
He smiled, “What a dish!”
Tonight they were running away.
Photo Credit: production AL1
Nice story thx
I love finally hearing the backstory of that couple!
haha thank you!
So clever. It really does exercise the imagination!
Thank you 🙂
Love it!!
Thank you 🙂
And now you know.