#VSSMED #Whitlow Good morning, story slingers. A Whitlow is a nasty infection of the fingertip. My mum calls a hang nail a Whitlow, which inspired me to find out more. An infected hang nail might cause a Whitlow but isn't itself a Whitlow. Have a great week, GB.

She lifted her gnarly hands with whitlow fingers looking like dragon’s claws and tried to pinch our cheeks… I don’t care whose grand aunt she was; I wasn’t going to let that old hag infect me! #horrorprompt³ #vssmed

'Janet, do you think our son is...' 'What?' 'Odd'. 'He's five John, be nice'. 'You don't think he...is a bit serial killerish'. 'John, it's just #mischief-heeeeey son. Whatcha doing?' 'Just burnt some ants'. 'Ohhh, nice. Ok. Run along now. Ok, we'll keep an eye on him'. #vss365

U think ur #scowl Intimidating I just find it— Cute So hard To take you serious In tiny Thigh-high boots U see I know a pixie & she doesn’t Dress like u In fact I think I’m being pranked This is the kind She’d do… I need A Fairy Godmother So wish That u were true #vss365

#vss365 I couldn't write this yesterday but I need to do it. This was Mistress #Mischief She was the thief of my heart And I miss her every day we're apart.

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#vss365 #Charm 'Sergeant Mildred pass the lipstick around. Private Liz don't eat the chocolates. Come on girls, we go over the top at 18 hundred,' yells Major Marge. At the allotted time, the women carry the wine & chocolates into no man's land to begin the charm offensive.

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It was just a box ancient, without gloss but it held her joy, pain & loss a map with circled places a corset with frayed laces an unsent college form a photo where she danced - full of #sass & charm an old piano key a torn sheet of melody - a life that wasn't meant to be #vss365

A meditation on #sass from Chapter 1, Book 1. (And another #angel, for good measure...) #vss365

You wanna hear #sass, My dad at 15 was 6'5 my gran 4'11-she was a widow with 14 kids and she did not take any shit! Dad was lippy, she ran across the room jumped on an armchair which she used as a trampoline, bounced and give him a thick ear as he left the room! #vss365

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#VSSMED #pacemaker Iris set off at a steady speed to set the pace. Bert snuck up on her left, Fran wasn't far behind her as they took the turn. Since she'd had her pacemaker fitted, Iris had felt more mischievous. She hit the brakes of her mobility scooter to win their race.

Hold to the fire The heat of it Nourish the flame Gather the ashes Left from burning Carry them to the high ground Loose them to the wind They will be scattered Far and wide A little piece of me Will touch a little piece of you Out there In the thick of it Incandescent #vss365

"You can go deaf just by getting water trapped in your ear?" "I thought everyone knew that. It's called swimmer's ear." "What did you bring me out on this boat for, then?" "You think that's bad, wait until you hear about the brain eating amoeba." "Whaaat!" #vssmed #Swimmers

A shade of green somewhere between sea foam and mint… Is that somewhat like the difference between sea sand and dessert sand? I’d bet money dessert sand would not result in swimmer’s ear… and likely mint green wouldn’t either. #TalesNoir #VssColors² #vssmed #WedsStory

What do they see When they look up The cat The dog The spiny hedgehog With a splint on its leg Broken From an exuberant roll Down a steep hill. Do they get dizzy Suffer from vertigo Looking for god? If there is one, He is well hidden. #vss365 #poetrycommunity #poem

#VSSMED #expired Good morning, everyone. I found this fact interesting and thought I'd share it. On the 17th of August 1896, Mrs Bridget Driscoll of Croydon expired. Who? Mrs Driscoll was the first British pedestrian to die after being hit by a car. Until next week, toodlepip.

Santa Ain’t as #jovial As how I thought He’d be St. Nick’s suit Is ripped & soiled & smells Of day old pee Suspect This ain’t Santa & he ain’t Got gifts for me Clincher is He’s on my roof ‘Gainst chimney Taking wee His elf’s no help He’s drunk too & humping On my knee #vss365