Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #337
Words: spectacle, sense, post, gentle, spin, mint, bend, message, missing, ink, inject, row
Missing his wire-framed spectacles,
the elderly gent could not spot
secret message injected
into the first column, eighth
row of The Post. The ink swam,
ran in front of his face. Nothing
made sense. Where had he placed
those specs? He bent down, a frown
furrowing between bushy gray
eyebrows. Not under couch,
nor chair, nor in dog’s hair.
The gent’s peppermint tea had long
grown cold. Now he would have to
put the kettle back on. As he walked
toward the kitchen sink thinking
he heard a noise, he spun around
only to see his cat on the counter-
top where he was not allowed to go.
The black ball of fur jumped
off the counter carrying in his teeth,
the missing spectacles. Dog was relieved.