Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Is it just me, or is Al’s photo of toys a bit on the creepy side?
Whatever, it took me down a strange side street.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Copyright Al Forbes
Click here to hear me read the story:
Dressed to Kill
I breathe deeply, prepare myself mentally.
Then I dress.
I put on the specially designed undergarments.
I put on the suit.
I pull on thermal socks.
I shove my feet into the heavy, inflexible boots.
I slip on the head covering, followed by the helmet.
I fasten it slowly, laboriously, into place.
My hands wriggle into the inner gloves, for warmth.
And the gauntlets, for protection.
I move like an ungainly, awkward robot, staring out through my little window.
I am ready.
Ready for anything the hostile environment can throw at me.
I breathe deeply, one more time.
Then it happens.
My worst nightmare.
Not decompression.
Not an attack from an external source.
Not even a lack of oxygen.
Much worse.
My nose starts to itch.
Sound Bite Fiction 
Hahah – loved loved this one. Superb 😀
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I like this CE. Rather funny. But that’s a very relevant and real life thing that would happen to a soldier completely covered in armour.
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Oh, for the itch of it! Someone needs to make an app for those helmets to have something like a windshield wiper come out to a) clear the visor and b) scratch a nose!
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Ha, ha, ha. Due to your usual genre, C.E., this also caught me totally by surprise. I also laughed out loud. Listening to you read it was even funnier. 😀 — Suzanne
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I do like to present a moving target, Suzanne!
And glad you enjoyed the reading too, it is supposed to add to the experience, such as it is.
Hugs
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Dear CE,
I suppose it could’ve been worse. He could’ve sneezed. Seldom do I toss out the word ‘brilliant.’ This is one of those times. You made me laugh out loud. If I’d been drinking something I’m sure it would’ve spewed from my nose.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I am honoured to be the recipient of your rarely used adjective, my lady.
But I am now trying to block from my mind the image created by your last sentence.
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Mask, eye shield, gown and gloves …. “Uh nurse, can you please scratch my nose?”
It happens.
Tracey
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I guess it could be worse…
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This is so great. Love that. My favorite part is listening to you read.
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Thank you for your kind words.
As a blogger I am happy that you enjoy the reading, as a writer I am less sure…
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You made me laugh too! Well done.
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Then I am a happy bunny today, Sally.
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What a funny twist, loved it! Great title, too.
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Thank you, Joy!
I love it when a reader picks up on the little things.
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HAHA That made me laugh out loud. Brilliant.
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You are a great audience, my friend!
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🙂
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Sometimes the danger comes from within.
Very well paced tale.
Nothing to sneeze at.
I know, I know. Couldn’t help myself!
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Merci, Em.
Your comment reminds me of that joke…
Oh no, I can’t tell that here!
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It’s great to have a belly laugh on a Sunday Morning. Entertaining story CE 🙂
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If your belly needs a chuckle, please feel free.
Glad you enjoyed.
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Brilliant. I didn’t see that coming. Oh, the humanity….
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Nobody expects…
Oh wait, that’s Monty Python.
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Oh, brilliant?
Thank you!
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