Friday Fiction: Good Things Come To Optimistic Shopping Trolleys

No big laughs this week, but hopefully a gentle chuckle and a smile 🙂


Copyright -B. W. Beacham
Copyright -B. W. Beacham


Good Things Come To Optimistic Shopping Trolleys

The shopping trolley was an optimistic fellow, which was handy because he’d had a shitty day. Lesser trolleys would have crumpled by now.

First, he’d been loaded up with beer well beyond his recommended capacity, then kidnapped from the supermarket, joy-ridden through the streets and flung in the river.

There he lay, on his side, half submerged.

‘Not bad here,’ he thought, optimistically. ‘I might even learn to swim.’

As the day waned, he grew a little lonely.

‘Some company would be nice.’

‘Hello,’ said a passing whelk. ‘Do you mind if I hang for a bit?

‘Perfect,’ said Trolley.



(100 words)


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36 thoughts on “Friday Fiction: Good Things Come To Optimistic Shopping Trolleys

    • I knew they were carts over there, but thought you’d probably work it out 🙂 I didn’t know that so many Americans had never heard of whelks though!


  1. See what happens to even shopping carts when they have been filled up with lots of beer that they joyride in the streets? The cop could have pulled him over and cited him asking him, “Where is your license?” And he’d say, “I don’t have a license, officer.” The cop would ask, “Why?” The answer would be, “Because I’m a shopping cart.” Still shaking my head here.

    Seriously funny, as usual, El!


    • that’s so cool, Kent, when I can’t provide the big laughs you provide them yourself!!! It’s a new brand of comedy – self-service 😀
      thanks for your lovely comments.


  2. Dear EL,

    Confession time. I had to look up whelk. I learned a new word. A little escargot to go with that beer? You’ve captured the essence of the mind of a shopping trolley. I enjoyed your story as always.




  3. El, This was funny as usual, and sweet at the same time. I’m glad the trolley found a friend, but I hope it finds a rescuer. Perhaps a homeless person who needs it will come along. Well written as always. XD



  4. Funny and heart-warming too. Who’s to know what shopping trolleys think about all day, hanging around at everyone’s beck and call?


  5. A story told from a trolley’s POV. This was sweet. I could really feel the trolly’s feeling of depression, but he still had a bit of hope. Thanks for the smile.


  6. As a ‘fellow’ Optimist I can so relate to our Hero, Trolley! Talley-ho.:) Even when we’re knee deep in muck, we’re looking for the Silver lining, pot o’Gold, or the winning Willy Wonka ticket. Great story. Love the take on the prompt. I invite you to stop by my #FridayFictioneer post & leave any feedback. Shandra


    • I’ve been rubbish this week – hardly looked at any stories and not answered my comments for days. I will take you up on your offer and pop over to yours very soon 🙂


  7. This was a lovely and adorable story. I had wonderful laughs until that poor trolley got pushed in the muck! 😦 I have trouble not believing that intimate have feelings, especially after this story. Yes, I was going to hide the fact that I had to google what a whelk was- I’m glad I’m not the only one! Your stories are just so imaginative and entertaining. I’m always in awe!


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