I was lying in bed without him, recalling how it used to be before Hemingway ruined it for all of us. There was a shuddering, and the night froze. Now I’m left hanging, forever facing Venus, butt of some juvenile cosmic joke.
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Juvenile Cosmic Jokes. Is there no end to them? :-) Good one, Kymm!
ReplyDeleteThey do get tiresome... Thank you, Susan!
DeleteAlways blame it on Hemingway. So much said here, and so much left to say. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't resist. Thank you, Tara! Glad you heard so much.
DeleteAwesome take
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ruby!
DeleteThose damned cosmic jokes! Never a good punchline!
ReplyDeleteI know, right? *hugs*
DeleteI love the damned cosmic jokes and the idea of forever facing Venus. Loved how you handled the prompt! ♥
ReplyDeleteHey! Thanks for the love, Kathy!
DeleteGreat one. It's a good thing that Hemingway has broad shoulders. You just laid a heavy burden on him.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Thom! lol But isn't yours the one with the shoulders?
DeleteThanks, Renada! Happy to see you chuckle.
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