'Tis Wednesday. Mid-week. Hump Day. Or, for us Friday Fictioneers, the day the weekly challenge opens for business. This week, our Fictioneer-in-Chief, Rochelle, chose this photo from Rowena Curtin. What 100-word story can you come up with? C…
'Tis Wednesday. Mid-week. Hump Day. Or, for us Friday Fictioneers, the day the weekly challenge opens for business. This week, our Fictioneer-in-Chief, Rochelle, chose this photo from Rowena Curtin. What 100-word story can you come up with? Click on the pic to find out how. Or, if you know how, click on my frog below and add your link to join the squares.
I came home from school to find boxes of begonias and petunias lined up along the back wall of the house. Ugh. Flower time. Wait, this was new. Normally Dad wanted his stupid marigolds. Guess he was tired of yellows, oranges and reds around the pool. I bent down to take a sniff. Blech. Just as stinky as the other ones.
I don't even know how it became MY job to plant the damn things. My sisters were always spared from this particular chore. Dad tried to bullshit me into believing I did "such a good job". Yeah, right, Dad.
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