For Yom Kippur and the first week of October release, our wonderful server, Mistress Rochelle, and boss lady of Friday Fictioneers has selected a David Stewart dining room photo from her menu and served up a challenge for us to roast some fine micro or flash stories of fewer than 101 words long.
Please read mine below but click on David’s pic to be seated at Rochelle’s perfect purple blog café where you may order up some artful items. We try to abide by and to play nice as we swim in our own creative lanes.
Genre: Pervert Fiction
Title: Rainy Day Rip
Word Count: 100
It was a lovely day. I’d made special arrangements—a table for two near the windows. I planned to propose.
After we were seated Margaret said, “Why did they seat us here? I hate this miserable rain.”
“What? I told you I’m a pluviophile. I’d manage our religious and political differences.”
She replied, “I thought you said pedophile. As in pedicure and pedestrian. I thought you were kinky about feet.”
I could feel my temples throbbing.
“That’s podophile. I’m also a logophile who’ll get you a subscription to the Collins dictionary. I also think we should start seeing other people.”
Look both ways within the pages and on the screens for the dictionary meanings of words.
Mind the gaps to avoid any rainy-day confusion.