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 prompt by Sean Fallon is rather odd, I confess, and left me even more confused than usual.
Fortunately I have been at the confluence of the Rhone and Saône rivers all day, so have had plenty of time to come up with nothing.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
When I was young, sweetheart, we bought fruit at the market.
We ate it fresh, or we would preserve it.
That meant we had all the vitamins we needed throughout the winter too.
That was before the government was owned by Big Pharmacy, of course.
Now we have a balanced diet every day, don’t we?
We have a breakfast pill for Vitamin C, a lunch pill, full of nutrients, and a dinner pill for extra protein.
It is boring, certainly, and very expensive, but we are all healthy, aren’t we?
Yes, angel, what is it?
What is fruit, grandma?