My internet is fixed after weeks of problems, so I’m celebrating by posting my Friday Fiction two whole days early – because I can! 🙂
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.
‘It’s so humiliating,’ Wilfred sniffed, as he stared glumly out of the window. ‘I used to be such a manly man. And she knows I’m allergic to flowers.’
If he’d known his wife Tabitha’s little secret, he’d never have slept with the lovely long-legged Clarissa. Or at the very least, he’d have been a lot more discreet.
Atishoo! Wilfred sneezed for the hundredth time that morning, causing his petals to quiver and his roots to tremble. He hoped Tabitha would forgive him soon and change him back; he was beginning to wilt.