Sunday, June 22, 2014
She signed up on ten matchmaking sights
With never a nibble
And now she was anxious to meet her match
Even if he looked like dribble
Never anything more than a nibble
But he had no time to quibble
He'd catch a ride back into town
Where some real fish could be found
She took a big bite
Then just a nibble
It was time to move on
Not time to quibble
Then there he stood
Just outside her window...
Grandma offers a weekly micro-fiction challenge called succinctly yours. She provides the photo and we provide our imagination in writing a short story of 140 characters or words or less. Our bonus word is "nibble". How low can you go?