My Words:
Tears. Lock. Clock. Cogs. Age. Jack. Lad. Slot. Tag. Glad. (10)
Stream of Consciousness based on a true story.
The traffic grid-locked, although ahead my lane is clear. Indicate. Pull out. Drive forward. Traffic lights red ahead. Dead ahead. Jack-the-lad in white van decides he wants my lane and pulls out into my path without looking. I swerve with an inch to spare. Slot back in to my lane. Heart pounding. Driver behind oblivious. Still we both live. I can age another day. No tears.
This year’s clock is running fast. Almost tropical temperatures for February get the cogs working overtime. Highest temperatures ever tagged, yet still frosty mornings. Glad the weather’s normal?
Normal?
I think that needs reassessing.
100 Words.
The Mansionic Perspective 
Normal seems to be lost these days.
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… or lack of normality is the new norm, Beverly.
Now my head hurts…
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Great use of the words Tom.
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Thanks, Hélène!
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Aaah, now I see what you were planning for the words! Here I was, merrily making a list of as many four letter words as I could. it’s a thing I do every morning when I read the newspaper. to keep the old grey cells humming along….
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That’s a fun thing to pass the time, Raili.
Myself and a few colleagues used to do it in work years ago…
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Very creative! You found the words, and a story! 🙂
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I did indeed, Diane.
I just now need to find a little more time, and things would work a whole lot smoother! 😀
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Just catching up!!! 🙂 ❤
Blesses Be!!!:) ❤
Prenin.
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