Oh, darlings, what a week I’ve had! So you’ll excuse me if I indulge in the teensiest bit of therapeutic psychopathology-by-proxy for this week’s piece. If I were a betting woman, I’d bet that NO ONE went where I went for this week’s piece. I hope you don’t have me committed. I do apologize in advance for the misogyny, but Disney Princes creep me the fuck out, darlings.
Had she really thought that they would live happily ever after, having just met him?
With a dashing smile, sparkling eyes, and an enchanting singing voice, it was no wonder they called him Charming.
He liked playing games, the first one called Dreams of Escape.
He liked watching her face wilt as she reached the telephone only to find it broken and dead.
His seven compatriots dragged her back to him, an apple in her mouth, her mascara staining her snow white cheeks.
“Come here, you silly bitch,” he leered. “Let’s play a game called Hide the Broken Telephone Receiver.”
100 words, spot on.
Thanks for tolerating me, Rochelle! If you want to read more Friday Fictioneers, here’s where to go.
As usual, I will be linking my favourites below, once I have had a chance to read some!
Okay, the first one that really made me laugh (because I needed one) is called I phone, by Trudy K Taylor
Another good story by someone who’s been consistently clever lately – Rotten Apple, over at Vers les Etoiles
Here’s a darkly brilliant tale by JK Bradley called Scavenger Hunt.
Here’s one from KZ that surprised me
Friends Don’t Let Friends Sleep In Phone Boxes is a sad, broken tale I enjoyed.
Victoria Bruce even managed something of a ghost story (of sorts) with Caller that reminds me of Shirley Jackson’s descriptions of haunted places in The House on Haunted Hill.
Perry Block’s foray into telephonic archaeology is worth digging into: A Find Most Rare