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 
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