Thursday photo prompt – Ebb – #writephoto

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Low tide in England

There are certain words in the English language that I have never liked.  One of them is “ebb.”  It sounds like a name that a woman with a 200 word vocabulary would give her 20th child.

“Hey, Bart.  This here’s Ebb.  I just borned ’em.”

“Ya hain’t cleaned ’em off yet, Lulu. He still got the paste on ’em.”

“It’ll wear off in a few days.”

“Why you still naked ‘n bleedin’?”

“I dug a hole for’s it to run in, ‘long with my poop ‘n pee.  I’ll throw that dirt in my garden a few weeks from now.”

“Good thinkin’!”

“Wait’ll you see what’s comin’ out next!”

That’s all I have in me for the day.  I can’t say the same for Lula, whose bowel evacuation just asphyxiated everyone in her one-room shack.