He stared. She stared back.
One donut left on the plate.
The race had begun.
* Photo by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit & follow his blog). ❤
- Comment
- Reblog
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Poet Rummager 
👌
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve know all about this 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
With a sister or brother? I have 4 siblings, and we used to take turns tormenting each other.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Haha! I’m the youngest of 6 kids. 5 girls and 1 boy 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You definitely have me beat, Carisa! We are 3 girls and 2 boys. Bet there was a lot of girl drama!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ummmm! Yes! I’m embarrassed to tell you something about my sisters. Please don’t judge me… Because it was me.
My ex husband and father of my oldest son is my married to my older sister. Yes! It about killed me. She will always and forever be my greatest heartbreak. But I have other sisters. I guess that’s the good thing of having a large family. 💕
LikeLiked by 2 people
I think I read an amazing poem of yours referencing this diabolical event! Well, some folks enjoy sloppy seconds, I guess (sorry; couldn’t resist! What a piggish thing a sister could ever do!). Yay for big families!! The support system can be quite amazing. Love to you, beautiful Carisa! xo
LikeLike
Yes! I have a (not so nice) poem up about her. I’ve only become stronger for it. Thank you for your beautiful words and support! You’re so beautiful inside and out. 💕❤️
LikeLike
Who got it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
The girl always wins; then she probably felt sorry for the bro and gave him half. But she never let him forget that she won! haha!!
LikeLike
Next year he will trip her the same way she did to win Ha ha ha.
LikeLiked by 1 person
We shall see! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
By then he’ll have bigger feet. Bigger feet the harder they fall. lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
hahahaha!! Point well taken. Clever, you 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha ha ha That was a trip. No pun intended lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
Look at all those damn sprinkles! This image is exhuming bad memories…I should leave…no…look at those sprinkles! Look at them! Ahhh
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmm. So terrible you can’t look away? You take photos of strawberries and sprinkles, and you don’t even like any of them? Come on! What do you like??
LikeLike
I know, I know: ask me what my favor car is…go on…ask me…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your favorite car? Okay, what is it? I bet it’s something fast.
LikeLike
Okay okay….are you ready?…my favorite car…is…the one that works!!! Haha — I can’t believe you fell for that! \”/
LikeLiked by 1 person
Is that supposed to be funny? Because I’ll pretend to laugh so you don’t feel awkward. 😀 There.
Actually, I did think it was an odd question coming from you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ohhh it’s funny! You know it is. Feel free to use the joke at your next cocktail party.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The race for what?… high cholesterol?, arterial plaque?, chemical toxicity? I could have saved these children. What’s that… do I hear Satan calling your name? This is not a choice for children for they do not know the dark side of the donut!
I’m sorry, I was emotionally caught up in the moment. Couldn’t you have offered these children a better option like reading the poem, “The Wish” by Rose? (Did I just expose my dark side?)
LikeLiked by 1 person
A treat once in awhile is okay! You even say this on your blog. Satan always calls my name, the bastard! I write, then he leaves me alone for awhile. Lol. Yes, “The Wish” will be coming out soon as a children’s book… in the shape of an axe, of course!
I know you have a dark side. I’ve seen it, remember? 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t like donuts!
Haha. Just kidding. Love ’em.
Loved your Haiku too. 🍩
LikeLiked by 1 person
YUM! I grabbed that donut before anyone could. Thanks Alan 😀 xo
LikeLiked by 1 person
LikeLiked by 1 person
What?! I guess they are staring at each other, huh? haha! Wasn’t Clint Eastwood a hottie?
LikeLiked by 1 person
OH YES! A HOTTIE!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hahha I ll win the race
LikeLiked by 1 person
I believe you would! 🙂
LikeLike
You’ve obviously changed “he” to “she” to protect my brother’s identity, but this poem is clearly based on my childhood. Love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, funny! I bet you have him beat in brains and beauty. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, in those competitions I was certainly in the top two. I sometimes beat him at Monopoly, though. (I moved my piece when he wasn’t looking.)
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀 !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sounds really specially.. 😊
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you — very special 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you too.. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
The fair way to resolve is to have sibling A cut the donut in half and then sibling B choose who gets which half. Of course, I am assuming that sibling A can be trusted with a knife …
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lmao! Very good, Mel 🙂 xo
LikeLiked by 1 person