It’s like the world, or maybe God or some old-school god, wanted Jill to win. Every time a question came up that I thought would stump her, a clue would pop up out of nowhere.
Like the question, “It took cyanide, drowning and a bullet to the head to put him down.” Of course the TV immediately talked about Vladimir Putin and she said, “Vlad Putin, rad Putin, ras… ah! Rasputin!”
But this was too much! The question was, “A 70’s TV family that formed a rock band.”
There was a sound at the window.
A partridge was looking in.
Word count = 100
I was ultra busy and didn’t have time to post last week.