My only excuse? It was dark. And it's not what you're thinking.
It was that early morning time, the silvery dawn peering blearily through the blinds, painting the darkness in stripes of pure silver. Beautiful. The dawning of a new day, limned in the dreams of the last.
I didn't want to corrupt the beauty with the impassive glare of the living room lights, so I crept blindly through the gloom, groping my way to the kitchen when—
SQUELCH!
I paused. Confused. My foot felt warm, hot Play-Doh mashed between my toes, exactly like—
'Damn you, you shitting dog!'
Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago
Love the richness of your para 2 description Andrew, interestingly juxtaposed as it is with the faecal finale! 🤔
Andrew Pettigrew almost 4 years ago
The faecial finale, I like that term :)
Christopher almost 4 years ago
I learned a new word too. Limned.