Sunday Whirl 333 – a Wordle without a Title
The spy whistled –
the still water denied the staccato existence of Colorado rapids.
He sat down with a jar of thinner –
maybe diluting it would make it faster.
His sidekick resented the whistling –
he took it for a stupid habit you should kick clean of.
Instead he binge-watched Sabrina, the Teenage Witch
while sprinkling their home with gas
until all was slick as sin and wishing for death.
(c) 2018 MK