This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – KNOT
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The Oregon Trail
As I travel through the wintry Wild West I become aware that I am being tracked by a tall thin man, a Scrawny Straggling Senor and Bald.
I know he isn’t Gary Cooper, because it’s long past midday, or Jimmy Stewart, because in the remake Liberty Valance will, I sincerely hope, blow his fool head off, or even Jim Coburn, because, quite frankly, he just ain’t magnificent, so I wonder if it is perhaps Judge Runner Bean, with his propensity to inflict direly long and barely intelligible sentences on any unwary Scottish Sentence Scrawler and Bard.
Then I figure he must be a reject from the Six Shooter Saloon and Bakery, concerned because I haven’t visited in some considerable time, but as I’ve voyaged across lands far beyond his puny knowledge, speaking languages more sophisticated than his new world tribe, with their ‘pidgin inglish’, might even imagine, I am barely sufficiently interested to acknowledge his existence.
I vaguely recall that another sect has been spawned from this nefarious cult, a Seriously Subjective Sunday and Beyond group, who feel that peace in our time can be achieved by talking the enemy either to death or at least into a self-induced coma.
I decide therefore that, instead of heading home to the Sun Sea Sex (oooh!) and Baguette of my southern abode, I will try to lead my pursuer even further afield, into a land of education, grammar and punctuation.
Then I think ‘Nah, Scotland’s Snowy Sleety and Baltic at this time of year, so I’ll leave him to his Structurally Suspect Scribblings and Baffling blah blahs, and try to write something slightly more meaningful than this uninteresting drivel’, but then I do knot.