“So what you’re saying is you’re not going to write a story this week?” The Countess Penelope of Arcadia asked, disappointed.
I looked at the picture again, but nothing came.
“Everyone’s going to write about the dancing girl, and I’m drawing a blank.” I said finally.
“What about a crazy tale anthropomorphizing the fire hydrant? I bet fire hydrants see all kinds of crazy stuff, Helena.”
“Hey, that’s not a bad idea! The fire hydrant, whose secret name was Hank, liked to…”
“What?” Penny asked. “Why did you stop?”
I sighed. “Well, I’ve run out of words now, haven’t I?”
100 words. Banter.
Friday Fictioneers is something I participate in most weeks and is something I enjoy very much. Go HERE to find out more about Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s storytelling challenge and read better tales than mine. This week’s photo is courtesy of Renee Heath.
With apologies to you all, darlings — my brain is just fried this week. I will do my best to read all of yours as time allows. For now, this is all I’ve got (which isn’t much, I know.)