Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is supplied by Na’ama Yehuda.
© Na’ama Yehuda
Click here to hear the author read his words:
I, Frog
I’m kinda bored.
I mean, it’s not a bad life, just a bit limited.
I have a nice lily-pad in a nice pond.
I have a great tongue for catching fat, juicy flies.
But other than the occasional swim, I just sit around all day saying ‘Ribbit’.
Then I see a Princess.
She is a babe, skin like vanilla ice-cream, and all the bits a gal should have, in all the right places.
‘Hey honey, give me a kiss and I’ll turn into a handsome Prince!’
She picks me up, strokes me thoughtfully.
‘I wonder if Chef has enough garlic?’
I wonder what the princess thinks if the frog-legs turn human when she kisses them
Lovely fun story!
ah such is life, we all dream of the perfect princess and look what she thinks of us; a source of food.
Fun read.
Yep, life’s a lady dog, then they cut your legs off!
Haha. Loved the ending.
Thank you, Bernadette, glad you enjoyed
Love the description of the princess – Mr Ribbit clearly an eye for the girls. A lovely tale.
Maybe he is more prince than frog, princes traditionally do like the ladies!
Thank you for the kind words.
Too funny. I love the ending.
Happy you enjoyed, Susan
I bet he’s wishing for a little boredom about now!
Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king!
Oops! Shouldn’t have fallen for her surface charms, should he?
A lifelong weakness, Liz…
Not his lucky day, sadly. Still he can die making a good woman happy, if not, perhaps in the manner he expected.
A good woman?
He is looking for love, she thinks about dinner.
Just about par for the course, I guess…
I bet for a minute he thought his luck was in, too… 🙂
We all live in hope, Ali, don’t you think…
Haha the Frog Price meets
realism, I like it!
I don’t know, no one cares about the poor frog…
nice twist at the end. didn’t expect it.
Excellent! My work is done!
Sadly, not what he expected. Love the twist! =)
In my experience, Brenda, life seldom is
Seems fair to me … 😉 It looked like Froggy was eyeing her as a ‘delicacy’, too … 😉
What is it with you ladies today, you all think of your stomachs!
Fun photo, Na’ama
My stomach is quite a demanding little thing, so, yeah … 😉
I don’t know how any princess could resist that tongue. It’s probably the fly breath.
I admit that snogging a frog is not on my to-do list either
Lightly dipped in flower and fried in butter… excellent idea, Princess.
So lacking in empathy for the wee puddock…
Yep… 😉
Je ne savais pas que tu parlais la langue grenouille, ni que tu préférais les mouches grasses et juteuses. Dommage, tu vas finir fariné et dans une poêle .
Excellente histoire ! Tu m’as fais rire. 😂
Je ne parle qu’écossais.
Et il y a de pires façons de mourir, non?
Où de plus délicieuses ! Non ?
Cuisses de grenouille et escargots…how I miss my French village life!
I hear they don’t miss you, Keith, especially les petites entrées…
Dear CE,
Now you’ve made me hungry and it’s an hour and a half until dinner…
Great twist – and the ice-cream was delicately used!
As it should be, Penny, no bloatfest here!
Don’t forget to cut the tendon so the frog legs don’t hop around the pan.
Sometimes, m’lady, you are borderline barbaric.
I like that in a lady.
I couldn’t imagine where you were going with this one—and then you finally used the ice cream, and THEN you made me laugh 🙂
Not too much empathy there, Linda, for the poor wee puddock!
You haven’t lost your touch, CE. That is tragically clever.
We’ve just been away to Byron Bay on the North Coast and staying a bit inland. There’s been drought all round Australia, not to mention our devastating fires. Anyway, they finally had some solid rain while they were there and all the frogs were doing the happy dance and croaking like mad. They’re beautiful just the way they are, by the way. Don’t need to turn into a prince or have garlic added to be enjoyed.
Best wishes,
Rowena
I like ‘tragically clever’.
And I like frogs.
I also like cuisses de grenouilles à l’ail!
Man, that’s one unlucky frog Prince.
Life ain’t no fairy tale!
reminds me of the lines from the poem “though love turns frogs into princes, marriage turns them slowly back again”
Jings, you are one cynical dude, we could be brothers!
Sandra thinks so
What a twist in a classic tale! I love it! 😀
Comme fariné,tu fais beaucoup d’allusions
avec cette pauvre grenouille!!!!! Mais j aime…
Merci, Nicole, ce n’est pas facile d’être vert!
No happily ever after for the poor wee puddock!