For this weeks Warmup Wednesday we had to include a word of Gibberish in a story of exactly 100 words about the following prompt:
Harp. PD photo by Skitterphoto.
Down to Earth
Even since the recession, there has been a real shortage of jobs. They can go on about declining enrolment all they like, it’s all a bunch of bibble-swoddle. Do you have any idea how much it costs to rent a cloud, let alone one with a fancy postcode like 9? It was easy enough on angel wages, but the severance package barely covers me to the end of the month. There’s a rumour flying around there are jobs down below, but I’m not really flush with transferable skills. About the only thing I can do is play the harp…
