Wordle 449

I’d been thrown clear. The last thing I remembered before the crash was chatter on the radio; advice to stash personal items and to be armed to the teeth before landing… Amazed that I’d survived, I crawled back to the wreck, and saw a hand trapped in the door. It wasn’t connected to anything.

Muse supplied by The Sunday Whirl.

About pendantry

Phlyarologist (part-time) and pendant. Campaigner for action against anthropogenic global warming (AGW) and injustice in all its forms. Humanist, atheist, notoftenpist. Wannabe poet, writer and astronaut.
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16 Responses to Wordle 449

  1. blindzanygirl says:

    Hey I put your links at the ebd of my flea poem. I actually had put one of thenlinks forbyou in response to your first question about t at the end of my silly story.

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  2. Oh no! That is gross and sad at the same time. It wasn’t his hand was it? I don’t think it said he went along with only one hand. Good opening to a whole story about the wreckage!

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  3. Only a great mind can pull this off. Keep it coming;

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  4. Brilliant πŸ–€

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