Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #300

Words:  stilted, wonder, trips, trace, tire, line, three, sing, flimsy, run, message, shine

Three trips today.  He runs
back for forth giving me flimsy
excuses. Oh how I tire of his
lines–I forgot milk, car is low
on gas, needed some air. Curiosity
creeps under my skin, making me
wonder where he goes. Ah, trace
evidence on counter–cracker crumbs,
and pungent scent. Hmm. Piece
of plastic wrap shines on table
top. Before I can read label,
front door bell sings its tune.
Messenger on step hands me
a package. ‘Your husband forgot
his wallet. I guess he was too
excited about getting last
wedge of Stilton.’ Who knew
I’d become a cheese widow!

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