Mumblings in an airport

…”one bag.  I told her, just one.  It’s an overnight trip for chrissakes!  Who needs more than one freakin’ bag?  Her that’s who.  Doesn’t bother her ’cause she has me.  Her pack mule.”

Trifextra: Week Seventeen For this weekend’s Trifecta, we return to a photo prompt. Your task is to use the photo below as inspiration for a story or poem of between 33 and 333 words.

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About KimB

I am a mommy to 3 wild and wonderful boys, wife to my husband. I am a stay-at-home mommy, who would like to work if the perfect job came along. Trying to find a way to make money from home so we can have more of the "wants" not just the "needs". We live in the sort of-country and have a pretty big garden, but no animals, except one small, dark, and furry dacshund.
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5 Responses to Mumblings in an airport

  1. He DOES look like the pack-mule, doesn’t he? You want to ask why the hell he doesn’t rent a cart.

  2. I kept reading chrissakes as chris-sakes. lol

  3. Paula J says:

    This is good. This is very, very good. Because it sounds real.

  4. jannatwrites says:

    He makes a very nice pack mule. My husband? Not so much!

  5. Thanks for linking up to Trifecta this weekend. Pack mule, indeed. I think your response sums up what a lot of people (my husband included) might be feeling at this moment. Hope to see you back again soon.

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