Tuesday Tales Is This S$%T Getting Old?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the complex word, old . So, here we go from Heart Nectar , a new WIP for a new series. “Loneliness is getting old.” Barely audible, Nixie dropped her head, hiding her face. “I’m confused, do you mean getting older is lonely or loneliness itself is getting old?” Brant scratched his head, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I’m not trying to be dense. I truly don’t understand what you mean.” “Ugh, men, boys, anything with a glied , how do you get by every day without self-destruction? Why did I think I could talk with you about…about anything? Next time, I’ll listen to my woman’s intuition and not talk.” Pulling her hair back away from her face, she roughly tied her long hair into a ponytail. “I’ve got work to do, I really don’t have time to sit and cry. What do we owe you for the cow shit?” “Well, now you don’t have to insult me. You make it sound like something horrible when you say cow shit like that....