Step right up to the clothesline to learn about life in this old town…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
wordle’s words
Listening to Mrs. Hunnecuts’ Latest Wild Gossip
Meet me where that fresh wind tilts forward
listening to Mrs. Hunnecuts’ latest wild gossip.
It’ll be about love breaking a common man and woman’s heart.
She’ll swipe her hands briskly on her apron
as her clothesline snaps, flapping up and down.
Real authenticity exists in this haymarket town,
and there’s no doubt that pain needs no cable or blue tooth or FB to exist.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Tumble driers brought an end to over-the-fence conversation…
You’re so right. Sharp response.
Randy
And such authenticity of character and place and time – the flap of the sheets and wiping her hands on her apron bring back some memories – and the smell of wooden clothes pegs.. Somehow we have made the world smaller even though we venture further than our backyards perhaps we have less human exchanges?
perhaps.
Thanks for the smell and imagery of the wooden clothes pin.
Randy
I love the apron and the flapping sheets. Takes me back a long way.
Good. I did my job.
But wait, a long way in your case can be no more than 5, 7, at most 10 years.
Randy
Ha!Ha! Way more!
Been a long tradition over the fence! Still the best ever time for a breather. One up for good neighborly conduct now nearly killed by the condo living mania. A bit risky if done across the balcony!
Hank
True dat. Ain’t gonna see me leaning over a 6 story balcony, nor holding my baby up like that late young singer, Michael Jackson. Now there’s someone to gossip about, though likely someone will say that he’s about gossiped out or let the best rest in peace.
Randy