Sunday 15 June 2014

muddy ride

She bent down and with her left hand supporting her hip, winced, continued 

scrubbing each depression of the tyre with the brush to dislodge the caked mud.

She poured water over the scrubbed tyres and continued with cleaning the steel

body. Her T-shirt and track pant having been soaked in sweat, she wiped the 

beads of perspiration to her sleeves, climbed the steps to enter her cottage.

She passed by his room, tiptoed and looked admiringly at sleeping David, smiled

and kissed the gleaming trophy at his bedside. He was now a big boy and hated to

be kissed.

Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about exhaustion. Who is tired and why?


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