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.
And the prompt, which this week is a fascinating photo by Valerie J. Barrett.
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:
In the Kitchen with a Mime
Friday Fictioneers is aghast.
It seems that Monsieur Nez-Rouge is dead.
Cause of death is, apparently, a diminutive purple mime embedded in his gigantic round red conk.
She too is deceased, probably by suffocation.
Or so one fervently hopes.
The alternatives are too ghastly to contemplate.
Detective ByHookOrBy, from Scotland Metre, shakes her head.
She is the Sherlock Poirot-Marple of 100-word mysteries.
Her accent is English, refined.
Zees ees most unusual, she muses, I ‘ave never before seen Madame Wisoff-Deschamps used as ze murder weapon.
She shrugs her elegant keyboard.
Zey should know eet’s dangerous to mock ze crazy Caledonian.
All characters in this story are Friday Fictitious, and any resemblance to persons living or (very recently) dead is purely intentional.