
Only the weekend was for play. Week day work was for pay. Every. Single. Day. But comes retirement bliss Not a work day do I miss Every. Single. Day. Now in each and every way The days of the week now blur Every. Single. Day. I am the weekend
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.\https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/09/01/september-writing-promptssep
Love the way this one flows. Feels like my life right now. lol
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Mine too. We are away caravanning so the photos will come very soon.
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