#FallWritingFrenzy: Wee Ghostie
#FallWritingFrenzy
The annual writing contests organized by Lydia Lukidis and Kaitlyn Sanchez are such a creativity boost! You simply choose a photo and let it inspire you for #FalllWritingFrenzy.
Among the photos I spotted a spooky, rain-slicked stone lane in the last of the sun's rays. It reminded me of a place I've yet to go -- Scotland -- and it reminded me of a rainy Sunday afternoon we spent in the Cotswolds a few years ago, a part of England with rolling hills and charming villages.
When my family and I visited the Cotswolds it was a rainy October day. One of us had developed a cold, so we declared it a day off from being tourists. Instead we had Sunday roast in a cozy pub where neighborhood dogs stopped by for a pat on the head and, if they were lucky, a treat from the pub's proprietor. It was exactly the kind of village where a wee ghostie might appear . . . .
As with all good ghost stories, this one is best read aloud.
WEE GHOSTIE
By Lisa Lowe Stauffer
One night I saw a wee ghostie flying down the lane on a skateboard!
Boo!
He was a wee coasty ghostie.
One night I saw a wee ghostie flying down the lane on a skateboard
While wearing a warm sweater.
Boo!
He was a wee coasty toasty ghostie
One night I saw a wee ghostie flying down the lane on a skateboard
While wearing a warm sweater.
He was bragging, just a bit.
Boo!
He was a wee coasty toasty boasty ghostie
One night I saw a wee ghostie flying down the lane on a skateboard
While wearing a warm sweater.
He was bragging, just a bit.
About the delicious meal his mum had made.
Boo!
He was a wee coasty toasty boasty Sunday-roasty ghostie
One night I saw a wee ghostie flying down the lane on a skateboard
While wearing a warm sweater.
He was bragging, just a bit.
About the delicious meal his mum had made.
Boo!
“Boo!” I replied
And now he’s
A wee coasty toasty boasty Sunday-roasty . . . bestie ghostie!
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