It’s Wednesday so it’s Friday Fictioneers! Time to tell a 100-word story based on a picture, this week supplied by Ted Strutz. Our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields always manages to keep us coming back for more week after week. I don’t know how she made us take the Kool-Aid but she did and now we are all addicted. She hasn’t poisoned us. Yet. Do come and play with us by clicking on Rochelle‘s name for the howsits or on the frog below to add the link to your story. G’wan… you know you want to!
The toe of a boot nudged him awake. “C’mon, Frank, time to go.”
He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his grubby hands and blinked. “Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph! It’s finally happened! I died and de Lord’s come to take me to heaven.”
“You eejit. They ain’t angels. School choir off to some show. And you ain’t dead yet! Hurry up and get yer shite before we both get into trouble.”
Frank took the proffered flask of scotch. “Thanks, Bob. Gotta spot for me tonight?”
“Yeah. Can’t have your sorry ass freezing in the street.”
“You’re the best.”