Top of the mornin’ to you, my Readers! Been up and at ’em since 6:30 am. Why, you ask? Because. Because. I dunno why but I decided to not try to go back to sleep and get stuff done! Coffee and Friday Fictioneers seemed like the perfect place to start. The sun is shining – YAY! FINALLY – so I shall be taking advantage of it before it’s off to work.
Fabulous Friday Fictioneer Facilitator, Rochelle has chosen the marvellous Sarah Potter‘s lovely pic this week. Do have a go at writing your own 100-word story, if you dare. Click on Rochelle’s name to get the rules and regs – reallly, they are not that complicated…
Just want to read other versions? Please click on the blue frog
The She Shed
When they visited the property, she spotted the old potting shed. Her husband was quick to say they would tear it down first thing.
“Oh hell no!” she exclaimed. “Consider it my project, darling. I’ll fix it up. You’ll be amazed, just you wait and see.”
He shrugged and they bought the property.
As promised, Charlotte worked on the shed diligently, ripping out the overgrowth, painting and beautifying. When done, she showed it to Sam.
“Wow! I’d hang out with you here!”
“Don’t think so, Bud. Virginia Woolfe said a woman needs room of her own… It’s my She Shed!”