Vic-k and a three word story

little tiny blue

– forgive the tautology –

flaccid, limp, floppy

purse. The emptiness

of his glass

, through which darkly

brooded Mr K,

exposed the void

of kindness toward

Oh my!! We have been busy little bunnies, haven’t we? Things must be really bad, though, if you’ve had to resort to using my good self as the topic of a ‘Three Worder’, jeezz!!
I expect various protocols preclude participation by the subject of the tale… so I’ll refrain…'cept to say:

to fellow inebriates

Bad they are but that means improvement is possible. There is no exclusionary rule. Feel free to coopt your story as you see fit. Just keep it to three words.

, not invertebrates. However

the desire for

fish and chips

at the Olympics

-themed island hotel

was circumvented by

a well placed

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welding classes. Burly

ladies of unknown