Here’s my addition to this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers. Is it my best work? Meh. It was a good idea, but I’ll leave it up to you to judge how well I pulled it off with only 100 words. This was probably the first time that I actually wrote something and scrapped it nearly completely and wrote it from a different angle.
It’s 100 words exactly, as I’m a stickler for these things (with myself anyway) and if you are reading this and have no idea what Friday Fictioneers is, well, just go HERE and find out. You can find quick little stories to read, and the photo prompt (This week’s photo is from the lady herself, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields) and maybe you’ll want to participate, or maybe you’ll just do some reading.
Feedback always appreciated but never demanded.
The tiny Etch-a-Sketch desperately scrawled: HELP ME.
“No one’s coming to save you,” a voice spoke.
“What’s going on here?” The newest addition to the shelf demanded. “Who’s there? Where am I?”
A collective sigh rose from the shelf.
“Cindy? It’s all dark, I can’t see anything!”
“Cindy your wife, then?” A roller skate that had once bedded his wife’s twin asked.
“No, Cindy’s my… nevermind.”
“Your wife’s a witch, mate,” the blue car explained. His students were his vice.
“No fury like a woman scorned,” the bicycle added sorrowfully.
Mad scribbles filled the screen of the Etch-a-Sketch in horror.
Treasure from Fairyland by Misskzebra is not what you’d expect. Really magical, darlings, check it out.
Put on some Leonard Cohen and cue up the John Steinbeck film festival and then go read The Bottle by Björn Rudberg. Tissues not provided.
The Imaginator lived up to his name this week with Message Room. That’s MESSAGE room, not MASSAGE room — it’s not that kind of story, darlings. But it is a good one.