Six Words
How did we do this week? I was totally unimpressed with the words.
Freight
Loathe
Confession
Push
Bronze
Screen
“Push, Mrs. Slocomb,” Shirley Brahms cried. Together, they managed to get the last bit of freight onto the wagon and collapsed.
“Imagine me having to do this at my age. I’m loathe to mention it to Mrs. Alexby in my letters.”
“Confession is good for the soul and you’re a lovely bronze color now from all this outside work. Did you put on self-tanning sunscreen?”
“No, I think it’s dirt.”
“Well, at least it’s organic.”
Mr. Humphries arrived, carrying a trap of drinks. “Respite for the workers.”
“What do they have you doing?”
“Rodding drains.”
“I’ll stick with the cart.”
Freight
Loathe
Confession
Push
Bronze
Screen
“Push, Mrs. Slocomb,” Shirley Brahms cried. Together, they managed to get the last bit of freight onto the wagon and collapsed.
“Imagine me having to do this at my age. I’m loathe to mention it to Mrs. Alexby in my letters.”
“Confession is good for the soul and you’re a lovely bronze color now from all this outside work. Did you put on self-tanning sunscreen?”
“No, I think it’s dirt.”
“Well, at least it’s organic.”
Mr. Humphries arrived, carrying a trap of drinks. “Respite for the workers.”
“What do they have you doing?”
“Rodding drains.”
“I’ll stick with the cart.”