Words on Wednesday

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Words this week are; Reel, Grappled, Perfume, Courtroom, Squad, General.

Together with her overpowering perfume, Madam Lamont alias the 'red sparrow', grappled with her tormentors while being dragged through the improvised courtroom to hear of her fate. Madam Lamont was seen to reel as the sentence was read by the grinning fascist General; Albert Shicklegruber, But not to be outdone the red Sparrow followed up with a most abusive tirade of venom toward her accusers as she finally fell limp from the volley of bullets from the awaiting firing squad.

Vest Daily Gaggle. I have returned!

Comments

Elephant's Child said…
You have indeed. With a bang.
Welcome back.
Saturday 1 June 2019 at 10:42:00 GMT+10
Vest said…
E C. It is a well-known way to draw attention. A few fireworks.
Saturday 1 June 2019 at 11:24:00 GMT+10
Cathy said…
Gosh - she came to a fiery end didn't she.
Good to see you back Vest

Now to get you fighting fit and raring to go!

Cathy

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Sunday 2 June 2019 at 18:16:00 GMT+10
Vest said…
CATHY. I have visited your blog a few minutes ago, still cannot post a comment. Does not wish to Know Me. However to reply to your craft work. It is only a Small imperfection. In any case What lies beyond Perfection?.
Tuesday 4 June 2019 at 18:07:00 GMT+10
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