The speedy buggy jumped the bump and tossed the driver toward a telephone pole like a horseshoe. He hadn’t yet sprouted wings (as most humans don’t) but flailed his arms in an attempt to stay airborne. When he collided with the wood, he circled around as a ringer and landed on the dirt, looking up to the blue.


6 comments so far

  1. Sweetest in the Gale on

    lol…this one made me laugh. Your words are brilliantly descriptive! Just perfect. *still smiling*

  2. gautami tripathy on

    Loved it!

    weeks trample on each other like magazines

    Please don’t forget to post your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited too!

  3. Maggie on

    Once upon a time…I loved playing horseshoes and this piece sure made me laugh.

  4. Michelle Johnson on

    You’ve made me laugh. This is simply a great piece of ff. Love how you used horseshoe in this. Have a great night.

  5. Tammie on

    trying, flailing to fly….. fun read!

  6. Tumblewords on

    What fun! Well, not so much for the ringer, I’d guess!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: