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 somewhat macabre photo by Liz Young is perfect for allowing me to express my thoughts.
I have recently been the victim of what I believe to be somewhat unfair attacks by two ladies I had previously considered friends.
They are about to discover that no one has sharper teeth than Sound Bite Fiction.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
Click here to hear me read this tale of terror: Revenge is Sweet
The two imprisoned ladies stare balefully at each other.
We shouldn’t have teased him, says the purple-haired pygmy.
It’s all my falut (sic), replies the poutine-bespattered Canuck.
A handsome rogue enters.
He is even more gorgeous than his interview photograph, the pair agree.
Until he speaks.
Hoots mon, he says, it’s a braw bricht moonlicht nicht the nicht.
The ladies scream in terror.
Aye, lassies, he mutters in his almost unintelligible brogue, it’s the death of a thousand Scots words fur ye.
Anything but that, they shriek in unison.
Anything, he grins, questioningly.
The two captives confer briefly.
Then they smile at him.