PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie
He loved going for a walk, or sitting, in the graveyard beside his house, for solitude or inspiration as he worked on his book. The residents were quiet and well-behaved, so unlike his redneck neighbors on the other side.
Bitch, bitch, bitch;
Your grass is too long…. So he mowed it.
I’m on the night shift this week. You woke me.
And that harpy wife of his – nude back yard sunbathing??! – on a street of two-story houses. 😯
That was a sight that couldn’t be unseen. Claimed she had an 18-year-old’s body, but got it all wrinkled.
They get my goat.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.