Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
of DriftingThrough Life has again provided our Words for Wednesday.You can
see what others have done in the comments on her site or here in my
comment section or on their own blogs (if they tell us). Hope
you will join in with your story or poem.
young couple stood on the street corner. You could tell that
the man was very angry.
Pedestrians attempting to cross at the light tried to
give them a wide berth as they passed the pair. Someone had dialed
9-1-1 and thankfully the police arrived just as the man pulled a
knife. He slashed at
the woman and swore
at her. She was astounded
by his sudden militant action.
individual had decided to get involved
and had called for help. The woman was able to change
and ran toward the
steps. The angry man followed her and the police officers pursued
him. The police managed to corner the man and demanded he drop the
knife. It seemed like the longest
time before he complied with their order. The officers placed
handcuffs on the deranged man and as they led him away he was
mumbling, “She just kept on needling
Month's WFW will be brought to us by Lee, from the Kitchen
forget to hop on over, she's bound to have some good words. Every
Wednesday in April.