It was Monday. Monday was never a good day to get up early.
Then Victor remembered, it was his last day at work. After this, everyday would be the same.
…..Buttoning up his shirt vigorously, Victor wondered how ten minutes always became thirty minutes on a Monday.
Where were his shoes? No, he needed a hot drink first.
He opened the cupboard door, then sighted something under the table.
Misjudging the distance, he knocked his forehead against the table.
Springing back up to right himself, he rammed straight into the cupboard door.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting the writing event Friday fictiooneers. The rule is to write a 100 word piece in response to the provided picture. Please click the link to visit Rochelle’s blog. It will be worth your while. And click this link to read other stories and write ups.
This weeks prompt reminded me of the comedy series One foot in the grave. I tried my best to write a story of mishaps, hope you enjoyed it. Click the link to read what wikipedia has to say about the series.
“Ohhhhh! this is just awesome…” sighing, “the potential here is just mind blowing.”
Yeap, I envision huge potentials. Potential money loss that is, accompanied by a whooping load of back breaking, spine twisting and nail ripping potential.
“You reckon we’ll be able to turn the whole lot around in four weeks?”
Yeah, I reckon we can, when fairy godmother turns up with her magic wander and shinny shoes.
“Are you still with me here? Turning around swiftly
“Errm …. yeah, yeah.”
Of-course I’m with you, do I ever have a choice otherwise?
Is it on?
“Am I back in?”
“Can you see me?”
Sorry not fully back, just caught a break and couldn’t afford not to wade into this lovely hoe/platform of writers. I will get round to reading others stories.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely Sarah Potter, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.
“The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be a comedian, no one saw that coming,”
“I mean even for a kid of Mafia descent Lui was meaner than any snake you’ve ever seen,”
“When he was five he put rat poison in the priests tea ‘cos he told his pa not to give little Lui a gun for his birthday. When the Mafia got busted everyone still had to make a living somehow; for some reason we couldn’t fathom Lui choose this path and boy did he know how to wipe out the house only this time he used comedy,”
“He often closed his shows with this joke … A friend asked me what kind of woman he should marry, I said to him marry a dumb one.Who needs a sidekick that questions every move?”
“Guess the final joke was on us for disowning him, we like our sons famous, but not funny,” He said wearing a bittersweet smile.
Written by Chioma I.N
In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.
Thanks Barbara for hosting it and for the picture.