Tip – A flash fiction, decima
After years of renting it out,
Our house was in need of repair,
Ready cash was required, no doubt,
Imposs on a wing and a prayer …
Deposit? What’s that all about?
The mess we just could not escape,
Boxes were sealed with scotch tape,
We took all the crap to the tip,
Which took a tad more than one trip,
But … now it is looking shipshape!
(Decima)

With thanks to The Purposeful Practitioner for the Flash Fiction Prompt #35b and to Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge

I’m in the middle of what sounds like a similar house project.
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i have had dupytrens removed from my right hand. I’m a bit drugged up at the mo. Dreamt up the story in recovery. It took some time to post! 😅
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Ha! Ha! It feels never ending at the moment! 😅
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I surely cannot see the end of the tunnel right now.
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🙂
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