Tag Archives: The Sunday Whirl

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 … Continue reading

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Wordle 443

Dampness on my left side. I put a hand to it; it felt slick. Drew it away, looked. My fingers: covered with blood. Suddenly queasy, uneasy — I sensed my body turn. The air moved slyly past me. I fell … Continue reading

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