Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.
Click here to hear the author read his words:
Negligence
I see them, heads close, giggling, looking into the lingerie shop.
Terry, my fiancé, and Julie, my best friend, my soul sister.
I head back to our shared apartment, our girl cave, and search for the rat poison.
I want revenge.
Minutes later I realise I’m overreacting, we’ve been discussing my forthcoming wedding – and honeymoon – as women do.
She’ll be helping him choose something sexy for my birthday next week.
I start to laugh at my foolishness, knowing I can trust both of them with my life.
Crisis over.
But how will I explain to Jules about her dead dog?
Oh very good, CE, but did the dog really have to die? I fear for the future of all these humans with that level of impulse control!
Dear, dear, you have done this again… another dog disappeared. That’s you, C.E.
Laughing here! Thanks, Chris.
The dead dog thing is not good
Thank you so much! I laughed aloud at your comment.
I didn’t see the dead dog twist coming :). Enjoyed your feminine perspective too.
Thanks, Surabhi, glad it worked for you.
Dear C.E.
She sounds like a must to avoid. Poor Terry.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Jings, m’lady, you kill one dog…
i feel sorry for the dog. 🙁
Nah, it was a yappy wee thing anyway!
Poor doggy! Poor Terry! Violent anger flowing through her veins today, will surely persist into tomorrow.
Laughing. A wee bit judgemental, Clare!
He might want to cancel the wedding.
Nah, imagine the cute negligee and all that passion on the honeymoon!
I am not sure she is ready for a weeding!
Yeah, she’s a sweetheart really!
Look before you leap!
Laughing. She’s maybe a tad impetuous…
Great to see your feminine side! A doggone good tale.
Yeah, just wait till you see my macho bit!
One fo your best. This gave me a wry smile
Cheers, Neil, seems the ladies don’t see the humour!