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Pickled Guilt

Leaving work for home, my job stress still fizzled. The long drive included bratty rain drizzle and windshield blades needing my constant fiddle. My stress spittled as rush hour drizzle-tripled. Some driver's fingers waved from their hand’s middle but I thought how my nights were far from simple with dinner and other children committals. I must stop and tend the food list I’d scribbled so I gave my gearshift some tension wiggles. Once at grocer’s I saw my food list whittled, placed bags in car without a single wrinkle, then backed out of parking space like a missile … … so … my stressed ear’s received a crash transmittal while in rear mirror my eye’s saw boots wiggle, noted they were stilettos so not nimble yet back and forth they wriggled on legs riddled before boots, wrinkles and white hair sunk crippled. Without quibble I gave cops a phone jiggle, ran to my victim and knelt by her middle. Her eyes were open but she seemed struck simple so I sympathized and smiled with full dimples while thinking this could become civil dribble ending in a court where lawyers would quibble. Yes, stress had pressed me inside guilty’s pickle. ... CayCay February 20, 2020

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Date: 2/23/2020 3:25:00 PM
A well-deserved win, Cay Cay, for this very witty write! My kind of poetry. Many thanks for your kind comment re my entry - Bob H
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Date: 2/23/2020 9:49:00 AM
Dropping back with my congrats CayCay:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 2/22/2020 3:18:00 PM
Congrats on your win Cay cay! Nice one!
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Date: 2/22/2020 1:37:00 PM
That’s where the rubber meets the road, so to say...where your conscience pays attention and you called free (except for handcuffs) or call 911 and feel the shame, take the're in a pickle yet you did what’s shame in that! Congrats! You’re a winner in many ways.
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Date: 2/22/2020 11:31:00 AM
CayCay - what a pickle - one all of us dread! Your story so creatively told - one all of us can relate to with such vivid imagery. Congratulations on your winning placement. Hopefully no more pickles like this for you!
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Date: 2/20/2020 7:16:00 PM
Well done, but keep it in words not actions! Aloha! Rico
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Date: 2/20/2020 7:14:00 PM
You're seasoned like a pickle...your stressful ink on the poem scribbles...I can feel the write...
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Date: 2/20/2020 5:26:00 PM
love the word play and alliteration CayCay ! hugs Jan xx
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Date: 2/20/2020 5:06:00 PM
Excellent wordplay CayCay, much enjoyed. :)
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Date: 2/20/2020 4:32:00 PM
Ouch. NOT good for stress. This is really good with your alliteration and word play, caycay. I think nina is going to love this. Hope ya get a win.
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Date: 2/20/2020 4:16:00 PM
WOW! This is some story--creatively told, CayCay. Janice
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