Good as Gold…

“So how’d she behave, Tiffany?” asked Mrs. Rose.

The babysitter with disheveled hair and glasses askew, smiled.

“Good as gold, Mrs. Rose.”

“No trouble today? My little girl is growing up,” said Mrs. Rose proudly.

“No trouble at all. She just sat around,” said Tiffany, picking up her coat, and heading out.

“I’ll just wish her goodnight then.”

Tiptoeing upstairs, the proud mother opened the bedroom door to see her 7 year old tied to a chair.


Written as participation for Blogging from A to Z, Day 7 = Letter G..


(April 8th, 2013)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

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