Sunday, August 3, 2014

The Reluctant Samaritan

Today's prompt words in bold.

She approached the triangular box squirming in the middle of the highway, nervously spun the umbrella that protected her from the mist, wiped a hand on her short shorts three times, and moved closer. She lifted the lid, peered inside, screamed when the toad hopped out, and cursed the laughing boys hidden in the woods.

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