Today's OneWord: Lending

I was lending a hand to a little boy who wanted to reach a box of Wheat Thins on a very tall shelf in the local grocery store when I saw Harry limping down the aisle. He looked much more leathery than before, as if the sun had taken his face out to a barbecue and marinated it was thick, sweet sauce. His pupils noticeably dilated even from a distance, but he seemed to recognize me.

"Well," he said with a wispy laugh. "I didn't think you'd still be here."

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  1. vanhayduMay 12, 2012 at 2:36 PM

    Hi there...you're a very good writer! I just checked out your blog, connecting from "oneword.com" I'll be bookmarking this one for sure. I write very short fictional stories but I'm not a pro...I just enjoy writing something everyday other than sermons and song lists. I have a question for you...how did you get "oneword.com to click over to your blog site. Look forward to hearing back, pastordave12@att.net

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