Fraught with despair, I glimpsed a familiar shape where just a moment ago a lead pipe was thrust across the opening, bridging the gap. I thought I might be able to take a breath if I shifted my view. With a low sigh I rolled over and woke up.
©Ruth Klein’s Scribbles
RuthKlein’s Scribbles 
Reminds me of Film Noir…
(I gave up wordles for a while… Maybe another time.) 🙂
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Thank you! And, I don’t do them every week.
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🙂
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Hehe! Maybe a nightmare?
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Sounds like it, doesn’t it!
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Dreams do easily slip away.
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They do! Thanks for reading!
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