Wordle with no Title

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
for hours
while sprinkling their home with gas
until all was slick as sin and wishing for death.

(c) 2018 MK

5 replies on “Wordle with no Title”

  1. Old Egg says:

    How strange to think that soem people’s lives meant nothing as no conscience was required when earning a salary doing such a job. Sadly we have such scenes thrust in our faces every day so that in the end it will seem quite normal and we will respect nothing.

  2. soul mary says:

    Hey, thanks for visiting. It’s strange how these words lead the poets’ pens in different places.

  3. jae rose says:

    An atmospheric and gripping piece

  4. Interesting how groups of words can lead the poet to such fascinating lines to ponder.

  5. The Real Cie says:

    A fascinating tale! I think the sidekick would be all right with me. I can’t whistle, and I enjoyed Sabrina the Teenage Witch.

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