Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below, which this week is supplied by the lady herself.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
Dead
So here I am, sitting on a wee fluffy cloud.
With a harp and a halo and all that stuff.
I’m a bit surprised, I must admit, though it is probably partly my own fault.
You see, I haven’t been keeping well.
Ha, I guess that’s not a surprise, given that I’m dead now.
But the doctor gave me this new medicine, stronger than the last lot.
I read all the small print, of course.
Possible side effects, it said.
May cause headaches, dizziness, blurred vision, blah blah… and death.
I thought to myself, okay, I can live with that.