Mow

A man mowed his yard in a stocking cap and mittens. The small mower sputtered and struggled with the thick layer of material on the ground. There was no leaf catcher, and ground leaves and nuts reduced to a slurry spit from the mower and chased me across the street.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “mow.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Mow”

  1. Mow is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party. The candidate lost because his lisp wouldn’t let him say the letter “N”. However, his lawn looked pretty good.

  2. I mow the grass, buzzing along without a care in the world. I trim this prosperous plant and wonder on my life. Will I ever find the courage to tell my friend she is behaving like self involved teenager who thinks about no one but herself? Will I have sex with my husband tonight? But wait, no that was last night; I am now safe for a couple days. Ha ha I chuckle to myself. Then I look around to see if anyone is watching. Yes, I am the crazy lady who mows her lawn and talks to herself and laughs at her own jokes. Y’all should just be very relieved I get along with myself and there is no hair pulling or wedgies. Bah ha ha. Wouldn’t that set the neighbors to whispering, now I almost want to do it just to get a reaction. Maybe I would instigate a whole new by-law. ‘Citizens of small town suburbia there will be no more talking, laughing, pulling hair or giving wedgies while mowing your lawn.’

  3. “Hey mom, what does “mow” mean?”
    Mikey’s mom didn’t look up from her task. He saw the check book open in front of her, envelopes and papers in front of her. He guessed she was paying bills again, something that took up more and more of her time lately.

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