I couldn’t help myself, darlings — you’ll just have to forgive my giant groaner this week.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, and it’s another tale of the Countess and myself, though you can read it fresh without knowing anything about us other than the fact that we are hilarious.
It comes in at 99 words, and if you demand more quality from your writing, go to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ page where you’ll find more about the whole exercise, as well as other, more quality stories to read. But perhaps I’m being self-deprecatory and you’ll laugh your sore ass off at this.
“They’re Doric columns, I’m telling you, Helena — I just took a class in Greek History.” The Countess Penelope of Arcadia (which is apparently in the area of Athens or perhaps Peloponnesia) proclaimed.
“And I insist they’re Ionic,” I insisted insistently.
(Allow me an indulgence, darlings, as I absolutely adore alliteration.)
As we admired the Greek-inspired decor, the Countess and I found ourselves in disagreement.
“Isn’t it Ionic?” She replied without missing a beat.
As time and health allow I will be reading, commenting and posting my favourites below.
KZ takes the first pick for this with her unorthodox styled Google Search History. Brilliant, darling!
J.K. Bradley gave me a case of the paranoid creeps with his tale “The Experiment”.
The Reclining Gentleman’s “Mall” is full of depth, and its subtle details tell a much larger story.