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 apparently straightforward photo by Sandra Crook, who is in my Top Two favourite writers here on FF, made me think immediately of Clydebank, back in my rain-soaked homeland.
So, of course, I wrote something totally unrelated.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below
Click here to hear me read the story:
It’s the Singer…
No justice, he did not deserve to die.
Okay, he was a terrible singer.
And annoyingly loud.
He knew almost no words, and never even threatened a tune.
But he just kept belting out song after song.
Whenever there was music on TV he would shout along, drowning it out.
If not, he was happy to generate a noise all of his own.
People either laughed or left.
He totally ignored all hints and criticism, even threats.
He just grinned and bellowed away.
But he didn’t deserve to die.
I guess I was in a real bad mood that night.