The Only Way

She was so damn argumentative!
No matter which line he took,
She would counter it,
Twist it,
Debate it,
And leave him looking like a fool.
Oh but how he loved her.
Could he win one over her?
Leave her surprised,
Lost for words,
Stunned,
Quiet?
He thought about it.
Then it came to him.
There was only
One way to keep her quiet,
And it was
To kiss her.
Perfect.
Or so he thought.

Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #6

This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

There was only one way to keep her quiet, and it was…

 

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.
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16 Responses to The Only Way

  1. Sadje says:

    Haha! It didn’t go well either

  2. Haha. Looks like he was wrong!

  3. willowdot21 says:

    I love this 💜💜

  4. TanGental says:

    Ah ha, the old left right counter to a jab snog combo…. Never fails

  5. Hahahaha! I did that to my pediatrician when I was about eleven months old, according to my mother. The man didn’t try to kiss me, but he put his hands on me (well baby check) and I punched him in the eye. Ma always said it was a sign of things to come. 😛

  6. Carol anne says:

    Love this! Nice story Di! 🙌✨😎

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