This isn’t fodder for a story. It is an example of statements that make little sense taken together, but are somehow fun to read because they are so odd. It is my contention that you can’t write without meaning sneaking its way in. But we can try. Let’s see how much non-sense we can each generate, and whether some sense demands to wander in.
I have a bit of dried apricot stuck in my teeth.
Yellow tablets want me to write on them.
Snow drips off my car in the garage.
Urgent messages keep arriving.
Borscht is a soup I dislike, though I’ve never eaten any.
Camels always seem to be smiling.
This time of night my fingers ache.