Thursday, February 4, 2010
Birds of a feather . . .
do not always flock together. Honestly, sometimes they just stand ready to peck each other's eyes out. Graphic, I know, but some girls will stoop to anything to get what they want. That is precisely the look I see in Ethel's eyes and poor Hilda just wants nothing to do with it. She can't help herself. He's just such a hunk and everyone knows that there's just nothing as irresistible as a short-statured dove with an oversized noggin; heehee.
My submission for this week's Three Muses Challenge.
Ethel kept her eyes firmly fixed on the prize.
She saw him first, he was hers and Hilda was not to have him.