Six sentence story...

I was reading about six sentence stories.  I had this stuck in my head, but it didn't work out well, run ons abound.  But hopefully it will elicit a chuckle, anyway.



He saw her across the room, her hair a gorgeous, wavy red.

A vision of loveliness, she wore a fuzzy mohair sweater.

He glanced over the large-print book he was leafing through, stealing peeks at her, and wishing he was several years younger.  

And bolder.  And perhaps a bit more exciting than beige wallpaper in a beige room.

Then the nurse waved, and spoke up, "Sir, the optometrist will see you now..."

High Beams.

Mom asked why I don't take more pictures of Ding with her face showing.  I have to work on it...

Husband recently took a picture...

And this, boys and girls, is why you don't use flash when shooting photos of the cat.  

And Husband has now started saying her breed is a Blue Siamese Flycatcher.  I have had to race ahead of her, and kill said fly, or she tries to chase the fly where ever it goes.  Over the couch, behind the table, THROUGH THE BLINDS, generally making a minor disaster, possibly not so minor...

Oh, well.