Wednesday is here already. Is it me or is time flying? Seems like it, doesn’t it? Some days are slow as snails but somehow those days become a week gone by in a flash. OK, enough blah, blah. Thanks always, to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers so diligently and this week, thanks to Ted Strutz for this quirky photo. To play along, just click on the frog below and add your link.
Are you gonna eat that or take pictures of it all day?
My Instagram followers expect me to keep them entertained.
Pffft! Stupidest thing I ever heard. How the hell did taking a picture of your lunch become a thing?
I dunno, now you mention it. Did you know some people make a living at it?
Seriously? Here, take a picture of mine!
There’s almost nothing left! Did you even taste it?
Yeah, I did. While it was hot. Tell your fans the proof is in the picture.
Haha. Funny guy.
Can I have a chip?
Whatsamatter? Eat too fast?
Good Wednesday evening, my peeps! First off, to my Friday Ficioneer Friends, I apologise for not getting to all of you last week. Was one of those weeks. I shall strive to do much better this week, I promise!
Our Fabulous Fictioneer Facilitator, Rochelle, has chosen one of my photos. Hmm… wonder where she “snagged” that one from? All good. I did give her the A-OK, of course!
Should this cute decor inspire you to write your own 100- word story, please do and add your link by clicking on the blue frog below. It’s a fun challenge and really teaches you to cut the fluff!
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While She Waited
They had arranged to meet at a bar/restaurant on the happening street of town. For most, it might seem weird to meet close to midnight but when you worked late shifts, this is what you did. No biggie, they were both night owls.
She got there early and waited by the entrance. She’d never noticed the umbrellas before. How cool! She snapped a few pics, shared them on Instagram and waited.
Over half-hour late. Starting to feel uncomfortable, and getting certain looks designed for a “working woman”, she chose to wait in her car.
Her cell pinged: “Where are you?”