A picture at 100WCGU, that’s hard to resist, here is my contribution, very short poetic prose. There are words here for someone to borrow.
She walked across the frosty lawn
and there she saw his key again,
recalled his words of icy rage
she stammered that it was mislaid
He’d left her never to return,
neglect, he never could accept.
She thought about the day they fought
and how he slipped there on the lawn.
He must have dropped it in the grass
and blaming her was his excuse.
She smiled and threw the key away
and laughing knowing she was free.
The wisdom of this tale, in short:
A keychain will relations save.
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February 25, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I like that she threw it out again…
Only sensible thing to do 🙂
One day I must try verse. So impressive! Great work.
Thank you.. once the iambs get’s tickin’ it’s hard to avoid.
Lovely to read and a happy ending too – so rare!
lol. they escaped from an incompatible relationship:) well done
Indeed, that’s true freedom.
excellent
Thank you 🙂
I love the end of this one! All that angst, for lack of a keychain. Then again, he sounds like the kind of person who would make a point of not taking the “keychain” approach to solving problems before they start. She’s better off without him, and I’m glad she sees it.
Nice job of showing us these two characters in such a small space.
Thank you 🙂
Well done Bjorn another great piece, you never fail to impress.
Thank you.. I blush at that praise.
Lovely. This started out so sad and ended so positively. She’s better of without him. Really enjoyed the rhymes and structure.
I mean better off – bloody typos
You are so kind. It’s fun to write iambic, a little bit like laying a puzzle.
Great poem and I’m glad she is now free.
Lovely to read and a rare happy ending too… Thanks!