for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Mudlark and the limit, just 52 words. As soon as I saw it I thought of something I wrote many years ago, so here’s a 52-word précis of my somewhat longer yarn!
Gloria’s obsessed with cleanliness, says I’m dirty, reckons I’d make a great mudlark!
“Wash your hands, off with those muddy shoes, you’ve got a dirty laugh and a filthy mind.”
She complains the garden’s dirty. What? It’s made of dirt!
I’m insisting one song’s played at her funeral. Mud, mud, glorious mud!
Want to hear it sung properly?