Hello, and welcome to a new year, and the newest edition of Friday Fictioneers, an exercise in economical writing not for the loquacious, verbose or otherwise wordy.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess with the mostess, and you can read all about the whole shebang over HERE (just click on the blue letters, darlings, and through the magic of Al Gore’s second most insidious invention, you will be transported to a purple page full of the information you seek)
This week’s prompt got me thinking in two different veins, so I hope I chose the right one — if not, well, there’ll be other opportunities for me to stretch my writing muscles (which are sore, darlings — I really need a massage.)
The photo this week was provided by Dawn Q. Landau, and it is a great one — I hope to read all kinds of interesting stories.
If you’re curious as to the story I DID’T write — if enough of you are interested, perhaps I’ll write it. It began with a woman who had tried to quit smoking so many times unsuccessfully that she was willing to try one more thing — it’s got a surprise ending — don’t know if I can pull it off in 100 words though.
“But I am a princess!” I screamed indignantly.
“Ah, yes, I’ve heard,” the king replied unkindly. “And you used to be a mermaid, too, I suppose.”
There was no going back. I had committed to life on land.
After months of trying to convince people of the truth, Eric was declared insane, and exiled.
Then the babies came, and our greatest fears were realized.
Now all we have is each other, and this ramshackle hut on the beach, where we can still be close to the children.
All three hundred of them.
I wish I’d listened to that stupid crab.
100 words – Parody