Post 1598. Thursday September 7
Six Sentence Stories
I apologise in advance if you get stuck with a certain nursery rhyme going round and round in your head!
He peered out of the window and it was raining, pouring.
‘I’ll have an early night’ thought the old man as he downed the last of his whisky.
His ancient joints clicked and crunched as he heaved himself to his feet then as he bent to massage his aching knees he bumped his head on the side-table.
‘Ouch,’ he said rubbing the swelling on his brow.
He climbed beneath the sheets and was contentedly snoring in seconds, however, a few minutes later the only sound to be heard was the rain hammering on the windowpane.
He didn't get up in the morning.
This week, the cue word at Six Sentence Stories is Joint.