It’s Thursday and your new five-word challenge is here. Last week, I wanted to know about your EVENING. This week, I want to know about your MONEY. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word MONEY in it somewhere?
Here are your EVENING stories from last week:
My evenings are so relaxing.
We watch tv most evenings.
Some evenings are spent outside.
(especially in the summer evenings.)
Paul Mastaglio:
This wonderful evening couldn’t end.
Evening light dimmed, night arrived.
Evening’s memory lingered, slowly fading.
Beauticians’ evening out – haircuts everywhere!
Ritu:
Pamper evening – Bubble bath time!
Parents evening is so scary!
“Evening, all,” the copper said…
Got a date this evening.
Love late evening. Kids asleep!
‘Good evening,’ said the butler.
Yesterday evening I saw meteors.
He completely ruined the evening!
My evening with twenty cats?!
Evening, time for fish supper.
The plane left this evening.
I’m free this Monday evening?
His evening, her morning, alone.
Memories of a romantic evening.
Evenings are the leisure period.
Hands joined for evening walk.
Evening, my day has begun.
Lovely in the evening light.
Clouds scar the evening sky.
Life’s evening bears grateful fruit.
Sundowner sipped as evening arrives.
‘Evening, sir! Need a mask?’ [bouncer at lockdown pub door]
Frosties? What? In the evening?
Again. You’ve bamboozled my evening.
This evening is miles away.
“Good evening, Sir Crutchwick Sanderson.”
This evening has been regrettable.
Yesterday yes. This evening, maybe?
Good evening, no news tonight.
Good evening? I’ll decide that.
The evening promised. It delivered.
Dark evening before bright dreams.
Evenings are made for romance.
Talk to you this evening.
I’ll write more this evening…
Good evening, my lovely friend.
Evening the passing of sunshine.
My moon beckons you evening.
Lovely sparkles adorned my evening.
Friends enjoyed evening pleasures together.
My evening is my morning.
Evening? Am just waking up.
Afternoon is hot, cooler evenings.
Evening passes, I wake up!
At evening, different word descends.
Evening’s cooled to 84 degrees.
Time for an evening walk.
Puppy’s and my evening ritual.
Val Fish:
I swear by evening primrose.
Reckless evening; morning after regrets.
Balmy summer evening breeze; bliss.
And something different from Richmond Road:
Each sunrise points towards evening …
Here within the fading light
Our shared desire, our appetite
A pathfinder into the night
Good evening. Let’s be impolite.
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Esther Chilton 
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