Month Of Mini Writing Challenges 2017, Scribblings by Sarah

It Wasn’t Me

I entered the toilet cubicle and cringed. Someone had left behind brown offerings of what appeared to be a chilli or bean lunch. Holding my breath I reached for the flush, but to my horror, the water and contents began to rise. Oh no! I thought, praying for it to stop. Thankfully it ceased filling and I decided to use another toilet. I opened the door and apologetically said to the person waiting, “It wasn’t me!”

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sammi Cox, A Month Of Mini Writing Challenges, Day 8. Task: Write a story in 75 words or less using the opening line, “It wasn’t me”.

Haiku / Senryu, Poetry by Sarah


how happy my soul
a glass of crimson red wine
how sad, when it’s gone!

By Sarah ©2017

credit Pixabay

Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #36, Words: happy, sad

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Feral Fox

Cracking open a red wine
We’ve had cellared for a while.
Remembering our trip to D’areys,
Made me stop and a smile.

We tasted and we swished
The red liquid ’round and ’round.
Until we had decided,
The best wines to be found

Many purchases were made that day.
They’ve lasted quite some years.
There’s nothing better in winter,
Than wine (it sure beats beers!)

So as I pour my portion,
And swill it in my glass.
I think 8.4 standard drinks,
Is actually a farce.

The way I pour my red wine,
Is more generous than some.
I will probably be a ‘feral fox’
By the time this bottle’s done.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: portion

Photos by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Too late

It was too late. The bomb had detonated.

Image courtesy of Pixabay

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: detonate