Mudlark Challenge

I had two trains of thought for this week’s challenge and was unable to decide which I liked best so I published both. Can’t wait to read everyone else’s posts for such an interesting word.


“That SOB,” Elena ranting, flung her wedding rings into the river, “and with my BFF!”

Upon returning home her flat erupted, “Happy Birthday!”

“Surprise,” he said, “Dana and I planned your party for a month!”

Elena would spend the next four days mudlarking in the very spot he’d proposed seven years earlier.

Bridge Jumper

The heavens rained down all morning, the track soft and muddy. He couldn’t believe his luck.

Raindance was listed at 100-1. A longshot but she was a mudlark!

Never good at the ponies he’d drop every last penny to win.

Later, walking home he wouldn’t make it across the Easton Street Bridge…

Written for Week #237 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. (Word: Mudlark, Count: 52)
Photo Credit: 1: Hootiewam Boots via Pinterest / 2. Dalton Touchberry via Unsplash
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


4 thoughts on “Mudlark Challenge

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s