Ya know when ya have an idea in yer head but it won’t go down on paper? I think I finally sorta got it down. This week’s lovely picture was donated by our lovely Sandra Crook. Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this fantastic challenge. You’ve got me thinking in 100-word stories, Rochelle! When I write anything else, I almost feel like I am rambling. Okay, maybe I am. But here. HERE, I learn how to reign it in!
Should you want to try your hand at telling a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end, do click on the frog below and add yours. It’s great fun and is so addictive.
No Strings Attached
“C’mon, Bobbie-Sue. I like you so much. We already kissed, why can’t I touch ya?”
“Billy-Joe, you been tryin’ to touch me since we were fifteen! Why now?”
“Coz you know I’m right for you. Nobody else can take care o’ you, like I can.”
“I ain’t ready to be tied down.”
“I promise you, no strings. And I got protection.”
“All right then. I’ll give you one night.”
The stars were out in the sky and in both of their eyes that night.
“No strings, Billy-Joe? How about an umbilical chord? Now you HAVE to take care o’ me.”