This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
“Excuse me” The boy said
The man peered up from his book. “Shh it’s a library, no talking”.
“But how do I…” the lad began
“Write it down” whispered the annoyed reader
“Can I borrow a pencil?”
One was produced
“And some paper?”
Scribble scribble, the tongue poked out of the side of his mouth in concentration. Sweat on his brow, squirming in the chair he had sat on.
“How do I spell…?”
The lad started to cry.
“Oh, come now, nothing to cry about. Just this once, what did you want to ask me?”
“It doesn’t matter now, I don’t need to go anymore.” He got up, toddled off, leaving behind a puddle and a wet chair.
Word count; 131
The term “I’m out” has totally different meanings when said by a cricket player as opposed to a same sex attracted man.
The fiction I have written for this prompt is short. It may be taken as humorous, but what if it were not?
“He got away again didn’t he?”
Why to people say hi?
Because they can’t spell
hello, hallo,hullo, oh heck…hi
I have a new weight loss idea that is sure to work. Wanna hear it? Glad you asked.
Become a full time writer, photographer and artist. You can’t afford to eat so will surely lose weight. I have lost 12kg in 6 months.
See, it works!
Invisible man? You could say; you can see right through him