Thanks to Jenny Matlock, I am assured that my Saturday mornings start with merriment and frivolity (and I am able to once again delay starting my domestic to-do list.
As always, the prompt appears below, in bold text.
It was a typical Saturday in Mt. Pleasant. Mary Elizabeth Crimonelli toiled in her flower bed, dispatching determined weeds from the loamy soil.
Two seven-year old boys from down the street sat hunkered below Frances Dorchester’s picture window. Occasionally, they’d press their faces against the glass, then fall to the ground, giggling. Their laughter could not be heard above the sounds of 50s pop music wafting from the open window.
Their game came to an abrupt end as the curtain parted - and Frances’ face peered back at the voyeurs.
“Maybe I shouldn't do Sweatin’ to the Oldies in the nude, after all”, she moaned.
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