Walking in a blustering wind, it was all I could do to simply roll with the ferocious breeze like a pair of die. I felt like three sheets to the wind, without a drop of whiskey! With a flimsy scarf to keep the grit from scrambling down my throat, I longed for a sturdy bandanna, or a roll of masking tape to rescue me from choking. Each breath was like inhaling a bottle of honey. I sought safety and crawled inside a basket and curled up like a cat and quietly purred.
#Daily short tale challenge June 15, 2017. A scarf, a roll of masking tape, a bottle of honey, a bandanna, a pair of die.