Thank
you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours! Each week, Grandma picks
a fresh picture to help bring a story of 140 words or 140 characters to
fruition. I giggled when I saw this picture! The bonus word this week was
“labor.”
They
were a smitten pair of pears. His firm, ripe flesh turned her insides to jelly.
When he called her his little tart, she blushed. There was no labor to this
love. 134
Picking
each other was a labor of love that grew, ripened, and then mellowed sweetly. It
would never spoil…until she was caught in salad with a zesty passion fruit. 136
Anjou
and Bart were excited about their modeling careers. Posing for still lifes was
the opposite of grueling physical labor.
106
When
Anjou told Bart she was going into labor, he secretly hoped it would be a
little Bartlett. 78
“….it came to
me that if I wanted to, I could have a little session with this young, young
man and you would never have to know about it, he would be making love to
history and so would I. But when I looked at him again, well, there he was with
his gigantic knees and his unlaced sneakers and his carefully ripped jeans, his
ice rattling around in his Coke cup—someone for a girl, not for me….I noticed
he followed me for a while in a half-hearted, non-threatening sort of way, and
please understand what I mean when I tell you that I hoped my butt looked
good. I mean I just hoped my butt looked
good, that’s all.” ~ Elizabeth Berg, The Pull of the Moon



