In the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never called it home. This is illogical; I was made for this house, but at first it felt too new. The wallpaper was too fresh, the sofa too springy – it wasn’t “lived in.” I had hardly begun to use the pristine china before *she* came – Miss Long Legs, with her painted smile and peroxide-blond hair. Right away she, the giant, chipped the china and warmed the house with her plastic boyfriend, their legs dangling over the edge of the four-poster bed. But what can I say? I’m a wooden vestige of another era.
Compulsive talker, singer, reader Ginny Romney shares her thoughts as the queen of the peanut gallery. A reformed pessimist writing her (hopefully) funny life story full of mishaps, travel and adventure. Champion for AP Style. (Except for "okay.") Comments are appreciated, hate tweets cherished.
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I like the surprise at the end--who the narrator is!
ReplyDeleteLoved the narrator as well. Fun twist take on this prompt.
ReplyDeleteVery fun take! I like the twist! :)
ReplyDeleteYour writing is just so unique, I love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you! This one was really fun to write :D
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