October 2 by The Running Son
◦ Saucy Sid ◦
Somewhat softly, so some syrup soundlessly secreting slid sideways saturating “Sarah’s Sandollar Sunrise Special”, Sid shook, sullenly singing. Suddenly, something shattered–strawberry slime slopping. Sid shouted, slinging saliva, spraying surfaces successfully sanitized, scaring security. Surprised, surely sensing seizure, Sid slouched, sprinkling salt, sipping sauce, sucking several sharp shards, smiling,
by Jim Aldrich (:
Written for the Daily Post daily prompt:
Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SYMMETRY.
I chose “s”
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.