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.
Today’s photo by Madison Woods reminds me of my visit to Sainte Musse Hospital in Toulon yesterday.
There I suffered an Electromyagramme, which involves being electrocuted for a while and then having needles stuck into the problem arm while the muscles, and therefore nerves, are worked.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
I make earrings and bracelets and necklaces.
I adorn them with materials I find on the street, broken jewellery, wire, feathers, bits of cloth.
I am creative.
I have to be to survive.
I am part Cree, so I know some stuff city folk don’t.
For example, I have a bag of special product, that I sell very cheap to special people.
Arrogant people who treat me like a nobody.
Each piece has a tiny sharp point somewhere, which they find accidentally, but inevitably.
And which I coat in my own mix of ancient venoms.
Untraceable, agonisingly painful, always fatal.