Lollygag

© C. E. Ayr

Because I like this word, which is new to me, I decided to have a stab at Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #138.
60 words exactly, on ‘Lollygag’
Click here to hear the author read his words:

Lollygag

Lollygag?
Yep.
That’s a strange word.
Yep.
What does it mean?
I have no idea.
Maybe it’s an American word?
Maybe.
You could look it up.
Hmm, nah.
Why not?
I can’t be bothered.
Why? What are you doing?
Nothing.
Didn’t you spend yesterday doing nothing?
Yeah.
So why are you doing nothing again today?
I didn’t get finished yesterday.

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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10 Responses to Lollygag

  1. ellenbest24's avatar ellenbest24 says:

    I believe, the Irish introduced it to the American language when they first arrived. Ilike this response very much, thank you for leaving it here to be enjoyed.

  2. Delightful! I have always been fond of the word 😀

  3. Love the last line!!😍

  4. Gouy Corine's avatar Gouy Corine says:

    Et penses-tu que demain tu auras fini de ne rien faire ?

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