The Friday Fictioneers. It is more than a collection of eclectic wordsmiths hailing from all regions of this great big world. There are mothers, fathers, sons and adughters, brothers and sistrers, aunts, uncles and cousins. Namely people of every age and nationality who love to use a simple singular photo as the startin gpoint for a quick 100 word journey.
Obviously you have some attraction to writing since you are here. Fiction too, or you would not know about FF. So what is your desire as you circle through the bevvy of writing beuaties offered this week? You can find a variety of stories to satiate your wishes. What follows is my attempt.
Ted stood mouth agape at Humbert’s words. His mentally limited friend asked him to help him put a ship in a bottle, one of his favorite hobbies. Ted loved to spend time with Humbert, always had. But . . .
“I called you because you’re my smartest friend,” Humbert said.
“Humbert you do realize you put the ship together in the bottle?”
“Well, how’re we going to do that?” Humbert said.
Ted sighed heavily and his head dropped slowly until his chin was on his chest.
“We need a bigger bottle!” Humbert said with his index finger pointing straight up.