So I’m taking a break again this week from Friday Fictioneers, but not because I couldn’t come up with a story, darlings — oh no — I can always come up with a story.
No, the truth is, I’ve joined a new religion that forbids writing 100 word stories based on photo prompts.
I know, I know, it seems a bit specific a prohibition, but they assure me that there is no greater sin than writing 100 word stories based on photo prompts, and that you are all bound for eternal torment where you will be dressed in uncomfortable polyester clothes from the 1970s and forced to listen to Disco Duck repeatedly and at full volume, while Doctor Ruth Westheimer does an erotic striptease wearing a bikini made of beef jerky.
Enjoy hell, heathens! I for one am looking forward to my eternal reward, which they assure me is just peachy keen!
See you next week, darlings, when I will either a) come up with a better excuse, or b) have a killer story.