It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled. I mean, I used to rock and roll every night and party every day… and then it was every other day… and then maybe once a week, and, well, you get the picture, darlings.
I’ve been meaning to dive back into Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the loveliest lady you’d ever want to know, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Your mission (should you choose to accept it, darlings) is to create a piece of fiction inspired by the weekly photo prompt, and to keep it to 100 words or less.
This week’s photo gave me a story immediately. You don’t want to know how quickly I wrote and then edited this, or it’ll piss you off.
This week’s picture is by Piya Singh. Thank you Piya!
They called her a whore, sinner, the devil’s bride, and they chased the Weird Woman of Norfolk out of the village and into the woods. The older women called her the Kind Woman, for she often helped girls deal with unwanted bastards, when no man in town would.
Some townsfolk called her the Wise Woman, and sought her out when they needed medicines that actually worked.
I go to plead for wisdom, for advice on how to avenge myself against those who have done me wrong.
The townsfolk of Norfolk might call her a witch, but I call her Mother.
100 Words, eggs act tickly
If you want to join in, or read the others, click on the blue frog below.
Thank you for reading.
Helen Midgley’s A Little Box of Marbles is TOO sweet to miss.