THE CHALLENGE:
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
THE KEY:
Make every word count.
Come join us for more word fun! For rules and to read other people’s stories click on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields name (she is the kind hostess of this little endeavor) then read and enjoy!
This week’s picture is:
Genre/Fiction
“Now that’s just weird” Imelda stated.
“It’s art,” Fred her much quieter husband said.
“That is NOT art! It looks like something some crazed drug addict would do.”
“Now Imelda.”
“Look at it! It doesn’t make any sense.”
Fred looked at the statue and admired its fluid lines. He understood it perfectly. It’s how he felt with his domineering wife, being held back while he reached for something better. Tuning out the rant Imelda was spewing for anyone within earshot. He smiled, he knew exactly how he was finally going to shake the one that held onto his ankle, pulling him back, holding him still.
