I’m done apologising for my madness – I thought it was curable, but apparently not. Scroll down for this week’s picture and my latest trip into insanity.
It might take me a while to read other stories, comment and reply to comments this week – I’m stuck with the worst internet connection in the world while we wait for a new router. I will manage it somehow, though, even if it means going to McDonald’s and stealing some of their wifi (of course I won’t be indulging in any of their cowburgers, I much prefer the horseburgers we get in the supermarket).
For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link at the end of my story to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.
Contents May Settle In Transit
Adam read the instructions on the packet, hoping it would be the answer to his prayers. He’d been praying a lot lately. Mainly he prayed for a companion, one who wasn’t afraid of snakes because he’d seen a big one in the garden.
‘Adam’s Rib Powder,’ he read. Personalised – nice touch. ‘To create companion, sprinkle liberally on spare rib.’
Adam sniffed the contents, his nose twitching at the sugary spicy smell. He sneezed. The packet tipped. The powder cascaded down his leg.
‘Oh crap,’ said Adam.
His ankle bubbled, fizzed and grew into the First Woman.
‘Typical man,’ she sighed.
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