For twenty years we keeps our Old-Land items in a compartray. Bits of trashish, we always thinks. Jims takes them to look and say when he was youngone, and even the robo-teach laugh. Sighs. We surely have lose some or else were suck away through the HousHoove.
My GranUncle says the odds and bits came off a beach.
‘What’s beach?’ I says.
‘A place beside the sea.’ he says.
‘Sea?’ I says.
‘Lots of water,’ he says. ‘No MeasureDripTM back then.’
‘Sighs,’ I says.
Jims takes the trashish to Antiquated Fly-way Show. Turns up they’re worth 230k Eurodolls. Wowsbows!
A few weeks ago Neil MacDonald challenged me to write a funny, or at least happy Friday Fictioneers. Sorry, Neil, but this is the closest I could get! This week the picture selected by Rochelle is one of mine (thank you!). Click here to write your own 100-word story inspired by the picture, or click here to read other people’s.
I recently interviewed my literary agent about her job. Click here to find out what makes her heart sink when she reads a manuscript submission.