Gramma, Gramma, come see. Come play with us.
Lilith closed her book, and then laid it onto the picnic table. Having her grandchildren over for an afternoon was always a treat. Susie and Andrew had been playing in the kiddie pool while she read.
Now they were playing with bubbles, laughing at the rainbow hued orbs they were leaving in the grass.
Lilith called them to her. Ready for lunch, kiddos? Come on in the house, but mind you don’t trail the bubbles onto the carpet. Who wants ‘skettios’?
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So, those witty Trifecta editors came up with a challenging prompt this week: TRAIL using the third definition: to move, flow, or extend slowly in thin streams [smoke trailing from chimneys].
Okay – that is HARD to do – without adding ‘ing’ to the word, or making it a noun instead of a verb. I wrote a poem – changed it so much it wasn’t what I envisioned – then came up with the above. Yeah, I’m not sure it meets the challenge. Off to read what YOU wrote.
The images are so nice in this story…But I am left wondering, what are skettios? Spaghetti-O’s? Some cheerio-type cereal? I really don’t know, and I am curious to find out.
This is such a sweet write- up.
Regards,
Ruby
Awww. I love reading about children. My piece is about kiddos, too. This is lovely.
Nice work. Grandchildren are a blessing.
A nice gran and kiddos moment. Bubbles are always a fun treat.
Thanks for linking up, Barbara. I agree, ‘trail’ is difficult to use without adding -ed or -ing. It’s also tempting to use it as a noun. But your use of it was perfect. Hope to see you over the weekend.
Oh, I miss playing with “bubblestuff” (as my niece and nephew used to call it). Thank you for reminding me. Very nice piece.