the day that went splat

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Prompt: Use as many of the following words in a piece.

splat. wobble. squelch. bounce. dangle. plop. gurgle. shimmy. bonk. thwack. sploosh. twiddle. flump. jiggle. honk. boing. squish. bloop. clatter. whomp. skitter. flop. thunk. wiggle. sproing. fumble. schlep. plunk. smoosh. clunk. waddle. rustle. squidgy. dribble. tumble. thwip. splurt. clonk. jangle. quiver.

open to anyone to try.

A gentle attempt at a day ends up well…. squidgy

Honestly, I thought this would be easy until I felt something squidgy under my foot.

It wasn’t the usual sploosh, though.

Normally, I can handle a sploosh.

What concerned me was the plunk.

There had been a plunk.
At least I think there was.
In hindsight, I probably should have respected it.

One thing after another.

The chain reaction began.

The engine started with a resounding splat.

I immediately fumbled the response.
Tried a thwack.
Nothing.
Zilch.

A shimmy appeared.
No one knew where from.
I could tell it wasn’t authorised.

It grabbed the horn of the clunk.
Gave it a firm honk.
It wasn't a small one.

The jangle, which had been sitting quietly for minutes, rose up.

There was a dribble.

Then a wiggle.

The bonk was collected.
Then dropped into the water with a plop.
No plinks were required for the exchange.

A brief fizz.
A heroic gulp.
One.
Gurgle.
At.
A.
Time.
Then gone.

The clatter of the flump on the road kept us awake all night.

A squish which I’m still emotionally processing.

We continued on our way.

The cat (or gravity?) was responsible for at least one bonk, one sploosh, and an untraceable sproing that left my plant shelf at half mast.

We drove on in silence.

Nobody mentioned the sproing.

Somewhere between the flump and the schlep, I gave up on dignity.

There was a quiver of resolve.

Then a jiggle.

A clatter.

A whomp.

Coffee: Cold.

Sock: Still missing.
Confidence: Mostly squidgy.
Journey: Continued.
Findings: Inconclusive.

Plunks: Remember. Probably to be respected.
Shimmy: Unauthorised.
Sproing: Still under investigation.

If Wednesdays could flop, this would be one.

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