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Joke's punchline falls flat,
Eyes dart, seeking an ally—
Crickets sing instead.
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Carla Paton
Writer, Poet, Rancher, Ph.D. ABD, MA, MASCIS
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven2 days ago in Fiction
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Crickets sing instead. Awww, that's so sad! Loved your Senryu!
Aww, poor comedian! I love how you worded this, painting the visual and awkward feeling through the character's actions!