“Good Morning. Have You Used Pear’s Soap?”
Arnold had seen The Fly enough times to recognise the teleportation portals when he saw them. He’d never understood, watching the film, why nobody had tried experimenting with the molecule-melding properties of the technology…
Grandpa’s aversion to baths was legendary. Arnold ushered him into Portal One and handed him a bar of Pear’s. When Grandpa emerged from Portal Two, he certainly smelled better, having merged seamlessly with the soap.
If only Arnold had spotted the sneaky frog that had hopped inside Portal One as the door closed.
Grandpa’s tongue whipped out, snapping up a passing grasshopper.
‘Ribbett,’ he said, fragrantly.
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 below to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.
This week’s photo is courtesy of Sarah Ann Hall