The dishes stacked in the sink

April 13, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?

Respond by April 19, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

***Zalcos throws askew feelings within guilt; for getting stiffed with an entire siding job; when, after the first draw, Crunk snagged a cab leaving the dishes piled in the sink –“Wee always been like a small town. Everyone wants to leave this shit city….”—“not your fault trusting a guy you always stick your neck out for, but some folks refuse help so they don’t have to help.”—“He done so many, but to me? Time he never come back.”-“Only seen a turkey dart across the road ahead once, that is driving around here. Hes a squirrel.” –


13 thoughts on “The dishes stacked in the sink

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  2. Great! AND I finally got there! It’s brilliant 😀 I had to work hard though and imagine this in a “Simpsons” “Cletus” sort of voice to get the language and meaning – I read it three times! Hope you’re not offended – more my rather British ‘received pronunciation’ getting in the way of the meaning.
    Only this morning has someone from your side of The Pond commented on my blog that she doesn’t follow one of my posts because the language is so different.
    I’m beginning to wonder what else I miss. 😂


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