When I was a working slob, as opposed to a retired, writing slob, my colleagues and I awaited each Friday with the anticipation of a lifer being being pardoned and put back into society. Friday meant two days of not working. Well, there was always house cleaning and laundry doing, but we were slaves to the desk no more. For two whole days!
Friday now holds a different anticipation for me. On Wednesday, Madison Woods posts the inspiration photo for the Friday Fictioneers’ 100-word flash fiction challenge. That means we have a whole day to ponder the photo and come up with something brilliant to say in 100 words. Friday means publishing the snippet, then checking back throughout the day to not only read others’ stories but to bask in the glowing comments other Friday Fictioneers have left about yours.
Friday is still a day to look forward to, but for entirely different and much more fun reasons.
Here’s today’s inspiration photo:
And here’s a little story I call “Luchrupán.”
“All right, me boy-o Declan, what’re we going to do now?”
“Seamus, sure, and I don’t know.”
“Well, you did this, so you’d best be figuring something out.”
“Why is this my fault?”
“You’re the one who lived up to the stereotype and sat on the mushroom. Poor thing. Look at it, there, all broken.”
“‘Twasn’t I, Seamus. Some other wee folk it was.”
“Declan, you need to face facts. Your shroom-sitting days are done, lad.”
“What is it you’re trying to say, Seamus?”
“Well, Declan, you see, I’ve been meaning to tell ya, you’re not exactly wee folk anymore.”
For more 100-word flash fiction, go to Madison Woods’ blog and spend a fun few minutes reading short, short, short stories.