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 is by Sandra Crook, perhaps the writer I most admire of all the Fictioneers, always worth reading.
I remember the story I wrote for this last time, and quite like it, but for some reason a whole different idea popped into my head this morning.
So I wrote it down.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
This little piggy went to market…
I remember squealing in excitement, in glee, in almost fearful anticipation, as my mother nibbled my toes, and recited that rhyme.
Among the happiest of my childhood memories.
One of very few, actually.
This little piggy stayed at home…
After she was gone things were very different.
I spent most of the time locked in my room after new mummy screamed at me.
Maybe that is why I am so strange now.
Why I take children home.
Why I cut off their toes.
Why I eat them.
This little piggy had roast beef…