It’s that time again when we Friday Fictioneers are sharpening our wits and our pencils, trying to come up with a suitable story to satisfy our dynamic leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (she who must be obeyed). Great photo this week courtesy of Roger Bultot.
I may miss the ‘Call for Submissions’ next week as we are taking a family holiday in Majorca. I’ll miss you and will do my best to catch up. Take care of yourselves x
Genre: Fiction
Word Count: 100
Weed Killer
‘Can’t we have something other than weeds?’
‘I like weeds, they’re different’
‘I’d like some flowers Charlie’
‘Weeds are easy to grow; flowers aren’t macho’
‘And weeds are?’
‘I trim them, keep them in check’…
Sally went indoors. They’d had the same argument for months, Charlie wouldn’t listen and she’d had enough.
She picked up the phone, it really was the only way to stop him. And besides, neighbours had started complaining about the sickly smell emanating from the shed whenever he and Joe were in there, having a smoke.
She only wanted a few flowers.
Not much to ask.
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