‘Gripe, gripe, grumble, bitch’
“Just look at that. Not only are all the flowers dead and dried up, but now they’re all coated with ice.”
“There’s no use complaining dear. It’s Nature’s plan. Summer turns to winter, and all the plants die off and turn brown. Next spring they’ll all be lush and green again. It’s called the Cycle of Life.”
“That’s easy for you to say honey. You’re from the Upper Michigan Peninsula – but you married a Southern Gentleman. This is Atlanta! Damn those Canadians and their polar vortexes and their Arctic jet streams!”
‘Grumble, gripe, bitch, bitch’
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.