5 Outta 8 Ain't Bad

Julie gave me a writing eXercise. Use five out of eight of the following words in a poem or story. Here goes.

    blackberry
      mother
       needle
        cloud
        voice
         whir
         cliff
          lick      



Neanderthal Dreams

10,000 BC - sometime in the month of May

While observing the whir of needle shaped clouds with my mother on a cliff, she said, "why don't you hang your body over the side of the cliff, I'll hold your ankles, and you can pick me some fruit of that blackberry plant, like we do every summertime. Be sure not to lick them before they are washed, you don't want to get lick sick." But I thought about how much I had grown in the last year, plus how much weaker my mother was getting since her ax accident, plus her dropping me 350 feet last year, and

" NO!!! "

said my voice, "I don't care if it is Mother's Day and your birthday and the anniversary of the time my sister went "missing" while hunting and gathering."

Happy Mudders Day Is The Better Choice

I sent one of my friends a Happy Birthday greeting this morning, then a second friend wished her a 'Happy Dirt-day'.

I responded to both friends: It's a good thing your dirt-day isn't in May on the second Sunday and it was raining, otherwise it would be Happy Mudders Day, but that's still bedder than what my spill chicker wanted, it changed 'mudders' to 'Happy Murders Day', a holiday which is usually not in the month of May.