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, June 14, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
Fun prompts for today. Thank youMargaret Adamson and Sue Fulton for the words as well as sharing photos fromBill. Thank youElephant's Childfor posting the words on your blog. Here is my composition for this week.
The Minnow set sail from the dock. It was a beautiful, calm day. Perfect for an outing on the lake. Suddenly a strong wind began to swell from the north. Mary Ann was terrified. Our skipper cried out, “Hold on to your hats!”. The boat began to twist and buck, caught in a whirlpool. The professor assured us all would be well. .
Rocks and sand pierced my skin. I opened my eyes. It appeared we were all yet alive though Mrs. Howell was crying and Thurston coughed. It seemed we were marooned on some unknown island. As my senses began to return I saw the Gilligan next to me. “A penny for your thoughts Ginger” he said.
Hope you will participate in this week's challenge. Click on Elephant Child's link to get all the details.