pursuit of fruit

Like a spasm* in phantom* limbs, I remember tremendous losses in tandem with wins. Although the heart is gone and digits too, I don't let the bitterness* ruin my pursuit of finding seven* new numbers. I solicit Sue or Victoria for a chat over beans brewed, seeking secrets deep within Moria, this fellowship might seem crude, but could turn into something unexpectedly true, euphoria. She might be dwarvish, frumpy* and I'm elvish, spunky. Together we go like an apricot* and shellfish, the acquired taste of a junkie. I'm not clairvoyant*, though I can smell s**t, the relationship curdling* early, we can't help it. And that's fine, I'm in a turtle's hurry, I got time to find Ms. Right in spite of hurdles that mangle* me. Sometimes I feel like a moose*, tangled, can't break loose, wrangled, even though I know my strength's greater than the noose that dangles in front of me.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

Hello ditto. Thank you for entering into the 10 Words I Give contest challenge. For some reason, I got a giggle out of this piece, though it's not really humorous. I like your adjective use. Imaginative and fun. Like "apricot and shellfish". It's okay to be in a 'turtle's hurry', too! I found it a fun read. Thank you!

[ditto]

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it however way you chose!