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.
This week’s prompt is provided by Sandra Crook, extravagantly talented writer and great lady.
The magnificent building with its mansard roof and neat rows of protective plane trees is surely France from a bygone era.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
Good Ole Days
I’m a pretty easy-going guy, I think.
Okay, I admit that in my younger days I was less calm, less peaceable.
Where I grew up you had to be a wee bit robust just to survive.
We all mature eventually, I think.
I haven’t killed anyone in ages.
But recently I was offended.
By a lady, no less.
A talented, charming lady who I considered to be a friend.
She sneered at my new persona, called me a wimp.
Accused me of living on past glories.
So, briefly, I plan to revert to type.
See you soon, dear Sascha.