Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s photo, to my great surprise, is courtesy of my old friend Al Forbes.
I have a question.
Wotcha doin’ ‘ere, man?
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
I love my wife.
And I quite like her mother.
Except when I am driving.
She is a nervous passenger.
When she is nervous, she talks.
Actually, to be honest, she nags.
Watch that truck!
Watch that bridge!
Watch your speed!
All this leaning forward from the back seat, peering, nearly blind, at the world ahead.
We are stuck in a motorway traffic jam, haven’t moved in twenty minutes.
She asks, for the seventeenth time.
How long is this going to take?
I could kill her.
That might upset my wife.
I get out of the car and start walking.