I watched her watching me for months. But I stood unmoving, stoic,
pretending disinterest. She reciprocated, pretending disinterest in my
disinterest.
pretending disinterest. She reciprocated, pretending disinterest in my
disinterest.
She came, each day. Each day we played out this charade.
I didn’t give up. She didn’t either.
I didn’t give up. She didn’t either.
Finally…… she wore me out. I gave in. I moved.
Triumphant, she announced, “I’ve lost weight!”
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Day 4 at Marathon Bloggers’ 55er week. And today’s prompt – Weighing Machine. Whew!!
Good one …… (Weighing Scale)
Haha! That's a good one 😀
Cheers to more such milestones 😀
I could do with some of those Pallavi. Unfortunately, it remains 'fiction'.
And what an amazing moment that is!! Mine usually moves in the opposite direction or stays the same! LOL 😛
LOl… yeah mine too. How frustrating is that!
Ahem… wishful thinking, I presume? 😉
Right.. if wishes were horses… right???
Haha good one!! 😀 😀
Thanks Aditi..
LOL! Wonderful metaphor, Tulika!
Thank you Michelle.
I loved this one. It's nice when we can wear those scales down. Good one.
Yeah Suzy.. Miracles do happen.
LOL. Same here. 🙂
You too? Show me one woman/girl who's happy with her weight.
haha..captured the essence so well!
Thanks Uma.
Ha ha… I wish I was as unrelenting as her ..because my weighing machine definitely is as stoic as the one in your story
It's always stoic in real life.. This was pure fiction :-D.