“Shan’t.”
“I’m asking nicely. Please let me see it.”
“It’s mine!”
“I really need to look at it, young man. Now!”
“Officer, leave my son alone. He’s only playing marbles. What’s wrong with that?”
“Well, Ma’am. That’s not a marble, it’s a glass eye.”
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As usual on a Friday, I've written 55 words for the G-Man. Please forgive me, gentle readers, if I don't get back to your offerings for a few days. It's my birthday, and Easter, and I'm taking a break. Be back before you know it, though!
I sort of wrote this with an American accent. Do they play marbles over there? And is the phrase "lost my marbles" specifically British?
9 comments:
Eeeugh!
yeah i could see where that might make a difference...nice story
Ohhh... you got me there.
"Leave those kids alone!"
I'll be keeping an eye out on you AJ.
Thank you for this whimsically morbid 55.
Thanks for playing, thanks for your support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Very real! thanks- Yikes was my 1st
response!
I agree, YIKES. I was babysitting once when I was a young teenager, and found a glass eye on the bathroom counter. It totally grossed me out.
Hi Anne .. fun post - we used to have someone look after us, who had a marble eye - I think .. thankfully by the time I found out I was able to forget about it .. and now not even sure it was so!!
By the way here's a link to Teresa's other blog about Marbles ..
http://theruralhood.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/losing-my-marbles.html
The Americans play marbles too ..
We did as kids .. the thing I really wanted was a solitaire board with marbles ...
Cheers Hilary
What a prize. In the game of marbles we played as kids, if you won you took the biggest marble, never got a glass eye though. My Dad had a glass eye, but it was not a full sphere. It occassionally went crooked and would stare in a different direction to his good eye, making him look a bit peculiar.
PS great 55 story
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