Eighty-five words …

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Bequeath and the limit, 85 words.

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My friend Rosey walked into the pub with a strange feathery thing on her head. 

What’s that? I asked stifling a fit of giggles. 

‘Duh, it’s a hat stupid. It was in the box of stuff Gran left me in her will’.

It did look remarkably like the unfortunate pheasant I saw squashed by the roadside that morning.

‘A bereavement bequeathment’ I joked somewhat unwisely.

‘Not funny’ Rosey said, ‘but the frilly undergarments she left me are. Wanna’ peep?’

‘No’, I shouted covering my eyes!

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24 thoughts on “Eighty-five words …

  1. Dora Nov 7, 2020 / 18:38

    Some things are best unseen, if the hat’s anything to go by!!

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  2. ceayr Nov 7, 2020 / 19:13

    Just the thought of Rosey’s unmentionables has me covering my eyes, Keith!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Denise Hammond Nov 7, 2020 / 20:43

    I saw your title and my first thought was Donald Trump. Then I started reading and thought of my friend’s boyfriend whose toupee looks like roadkill. Thanks for the entertainment.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Dale Nov 8, 2020 / 04:45

    Awww c’mon… when else can someone from today see the frillies from yesteryear?

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Bill Nov 19, 2020 / 16:53

    A pub-worthy story indeed. Nicely done humor, Keith.

    Liked by 1 person

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