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Oh dear!
When I finished writing and recording my story, I realised I had used last Sunday’s words not today’s!
Having spent several hours slaving over it, I decided to post it rather than scrap it.
Sorry if it goes on a bit, I’ve been very naughty and exceeded the self imposed 200 word limit I try to adhere to when writing!
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He was born too soon, so frail there were doubts as to whether he’d survive, but somehow he did.
When he was two he became overly playful with a dog. After he hit it several times, it turned on him. He was badly mawled but eventually pulled through.
His third year was a difficult one. He was unwell for months after drinking something bitter and toxic. We were told to expect the worst, but we never lost hope and against all odds he recovered.
He was four when he became curious about the big wild world and wandered away from home. After being missing for four days he was eventually found unharmed and carried on as if nothing had happened,
He was five years old when he climbed inside a massive dryer at the laundrette. He was fast asleep on a pile of warm damp clothes when it was switched on. Fortunately he was spotted almost straight away and jumped out dizzy and hot, but unharmed!
When he was six he wondered if he could fly. He leapt from high tree and discovered he couldn’t. Somehow he landed on his feet.
Just after his seventh birthday he was walking along a street when for some reason he suddenly decided to dash across the road. He ran in front of a car. How he survived we’ll never knew.
When he was eight he should have known better. He climbed on the facade above a store then realised he couldn’t get down again. The emergency services came to his rescue.
He was a restless nine year old and simply had to explore. That was fine until he discovered a hole in the ground, climbed inside and became stuck. He wasn’t rescued until the following day.
Like so many stories, his has a sting in its tail. He would have been ten this year and wanted to know how it felt to swim. He was torn between trying it or not. Sadly he made the wong decision. His curiosity eventually killed him.
All we have to remember him by is a mound of soil in the garden, with a small wooden cross sticking from the top. A strip of wood bears the words ‘Casper our Curious Cat’
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Last week’s words were – facade doubts curiosity bitter torn hit restless hope massive frail strip and sting.
Knowing me, I’ll probably use this week’s words next week!
Hope hope this is fiction, but glad you published it. It isn’t too long and kept interest to the end.
Worry not, it’s pure fiction! Thanks for your kind words.
that it’s fiction makes it that much better!
Wow, you got me going there Keith. I did not see that end coming, whatsoever! Well done!
Gotcha! Thanks, Suzette.
Outstanding!
Ha ha that was one interesting story. Glad he lived his whole life. I did cheat by scrolling down as I heard your story to know the ending 😃!
Oh, you are naughty too! Thanks though!
So, I guess Casper used up all of his nine lives.
At least he made the most of them!
Poor Casper. He had used up his 9 lives
He did, and what lives they were!
Awesome
I should have known it was a cat! Wonderfully done and kept me riveted the whole way through!
Looks like I got you too! Thanks so much, Dale.
Success! My pleasure 🙂
Cute
Thank you, Di!
What a story, and what a cat.
I’m so glad you didn’t scrap the story, dear Keith. Even though I had a good idea which way you were headed, I thought it was brilliant! Great fun. 👏🏼
Thanks Nancy, I didn’t think I’d pull the wool over your eyes!
What a comment too! Thanks, Mimi.
😅it wasn’t until you got to seven that I began to realise it was a cat!! Very clever of one Keith 🙌
Almost caught you!
Poor Casper had quite a mischievous life.
He certainly lived it to the full!
wonderful! I had thought you were talking about a child and grew a bit apprehensive as the story reached it’s assumed conclusion. thank you for introducing me to Casper the Adventure Cat! may he rest in peace…
I’m pleased it had the desired effect! He certainly deserves to rest in peace after nine lives like like those!
Ah, it is a cat. Not expecting that!
Indeed it is – whoever you are!
Great twist at the end, Keith!