Six Word Stories 33-34
“Hello. Mello Yello Jello poisoned him.” – Six Word Story #33
Today while eating lunch with my youngest daughters, they decided to be a bit more rambunctious than usual. Lots of non-stop laughter, which would’ve been fine, except we were in a public place and I didn’t want them to choke.
To distract myself from their silliness, I decided to come up with as many words as possible that are spelled like Mello Yello (I was drinking one at the time). I know, the things I’m reduced to as a mother at times. It’s a wonder I have enough little gray cells left to even string six words together. The story above is a line I imagined Captain Stottlemeyer saying to Detective Adrian Monk over the phone about the victim on a case the are working on (or substitute the detectives of your choice).
For kicks here’s another six word story (#34):
Quiet, personal camouflage protected her childhood.
Suffice to say there wasn’t any camouflage or quiet during this particular afternoon of my youngest daughters’ childhoods.
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