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This week our prompt is provided by Russell Gayer.
“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round,
The wheels on the bus go round and round, all day long.”
The song had always got on his nerves, with chattering kids and silliness, but what he’d give to hear them sing now.
The wheels on the bus were bald and tired, and had killed eight of them.
64 words.
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About pensitivity101
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
“The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round,
pensitivity101 
Sometimes we miss the things which once got on our nerves.
That was an unexpected ending
I try to surprise.
Oh that’s tragic. I didn’t see that one coming
So sad!
It could happen though
True!
Yikes! 😳
Oh, my!
Thanks Chel
Haha! The memories.
I was merrily singing along until I got to that final tragic sentence.
Sorry Keith.
I found myself singing to this most-annoying song and the sudden screech at the end served as a good punch in the gut. Funny what used to annoy us we miss almost the most when they are gone. Well done, Missy!
Thanks Dale. Seems you were not alone in singing along…………
Was almost impossible not to 😉
Ouch, how harsh is this 💜💜
😦
Perhaps they should have sang “99 bottles of beer on the wall.”
Maybe! Thanks for commenting on my take of your picture.
I was not expecting this, a good use of the prompt
Thanks Michael
So sad… Regret is a bitter drink….
I so thought this was going to be a pandemic story…. great story.
Thanks Bear
Shocking ending. It stays with you. Well done.
Thank you!
tragic ending! ❤
Eight! Everyone but him? The silence must be deafening!
Guilt is a hard thing to live with. Thanks for your comment Linda.
Yes it is. Hard to push it away.
Devious. You skillfully s(tr)ing us along and wham: punch to the gut. Very well done.
Thank you.
How poignant!
thanks Neel.
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Oy. 😦
Truth for some, though. There was a story of an accident a few years back, of a whole family but one child being killed in an accident like that.
I remember something similar.
yeah. 😦