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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Some things are best unseen, if the hat’s anything to go by!!
I’m sure you’re right Dora!
Just the thought of Rosey’s unmentionables has me covering my eyes, Keith!
Can’t say I blame you!
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.
Now that’s funny! Cheers Denise.
A nice funny one. 🙂
Thanks Bear!
Haha! This is good.
Delighted to have amused you Sadje!
😀
Heeheehee! We can only imagine the undergarments. Unfortunately, we can imagine them.
Unfortunately? Mmmm!
Ha ha.. had a good laugh
I’m chuffed! Thanks so much.
Awww c’mon… when else can someone from today see the frillies from yesteryear?
Very true, I’ve changed my mind Rosey!
There ya go…
Dear Keith,
You must learn when to giggle or not to giggle. 😉 Fun piece and graphics as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/11/08/12142/
That you must! Thanks so much Rochelle.
hehe 😀 Nice one Keith!
Pleased you liked it., thank you!
A pub-worthy story indeed. Nicely done humor, Keith.
I heard a few of those during my years a a pub landlord! Thanks Bill.