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7 Quips from the Country Club deep in the South

By W.M. Odell

PROMPT — The way I see it ...

A pestering gold ringed bee finally rests, poolside…

buzzing while sipping on a chlorine martini.


Egotistic waves trade wild haymaker slaps, bickering…

about the proper direction to take.


The high-circling finicky hawk announces his dining request…

“one serving of the catch of the day - no quill.”


Hobnobbers huddle slurping silver spoonful’s of pungent aroma…

dredged from the sultry Magnolia soup.


Stepford divas in bleached cotton garb swarm the courts…

trading crisscrossing volleys of whimsical mutiny.


Startling thwacks and chic cussing echo through the prodigious pines…

implying dimpled orbs well-off course.


A condescending tee-hee from the swift rolling clouds at departure…

when asked of their broken big-headed promise of shade.

 

W.M. Odell is a fresh new voice, engrossed in feeding the masses with fiction, poetry and commentary while residing in Upstate South Carolina with his much better half. He looks forward to enjoying and taking advantage of what life has left to offer. He is influenced by nature, dreams, animals and quite honestly, anything that gets his creative juices flowing. He writes from Simpsonville, SC.

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