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Stitch

I always go over the one minute time frame, and even that's not enough to flesh out my ideas. But I suppose the point of the One-Minute Writer is to get you writing in the first place. (Any desire to continue doing so after the buzzer goes off is a happy addition.) The prompt was "stitch". a stitch in time saves nine they say nine stitches are more than one but putting quality before quantity is key my mom used to sew outfits when i was small i remember one in particular that i wore to the zoo in oklahoma (though i suppose the pictures do the remembering so i can't claim credit for memorizing my past footsteps) the outfit was shorts and a tank top made of a cotton blend the fabric depicted ice cream cones, strawberry flavor melting down the side of the cone i don't think i ever wore the outfit again (not even to an ice cream social) and while there's no picture to confirm my suspicion my embarrassment at the photos suggests that it was a sibling's insu

Pillow

ease your tired mind i will erase your troubles if you close your eyes. i stack flat pillows like pancakes. why buy new when you're more comfortable? counting sheep is hard when the pillow under you died six months ago. One thing is clear: I need to go pillow shopping. Thank you, Haiku Heights , for the prompt.

Contrail

This blog was created with the intent to write about Dictionary.com's word of the day... daily . I'm among the worst as far as consistency is concerned, but I'm going to try taking it one day at a time . (I need a 12 Step Program for compulsive procrastinators.) Enough prologue; onward! contrail / KON-treyl \ noun a visible condensation of water droplets or ice crystals from the atmosphere, occurring in the wake of an aircraft, rocket, or missile under certain conditions I craned my little neck as far back as I could, desperate to admire the intersecting contrails above the airport but unwilling to dirty my new pink dress.

mustard + haiku = maiku

Obtained from nuspickle.blogspot. Before that ? I dunno. gold explodes across  the treeline and my shirt's stripes; last barbecue this season? Thanks to Haiku Heights for the prompt.