Tuesday, July 29, 2008

C

Claire shucked clams, and would circumspectly carry a clutch home in her car, but only when cousin Chuck came calling. When they caught her, she claimed creative differences, which confused the Cannery so much, they let her stay.

Her mother rustled cattle in Cheyenne, and passed on to her child only her calluses and a China cruet. Claire succumbed to catarrh exactly in the center of the century.

Colorful curtains
covered her windows
cocoa and milk in her cup.

Off-White
Colors byPilgrim Heretic.

5 comments:

chiya said...

I like this. Claire seems like a curious person.

Pilgrim/Heretic said...

Charming!

Rosie said...

Claire succumbed to catarrh is a winner. I might have to se it at parties

Pacian said...

Cruel comeuppance!

mbick said...

Catarrh!?! That is so great. I hadn't realized how much I have missed that word.