Well, you clearly found last week’s twenty-word story challenge a doddle. So I’m going to be mean again! Can you tell a story in only five words? Here’s one:
Yipee! Time to leave. Friday!
Here are last week’s brilliant twenty-word stories:
“Power flows from the barrel of a gun,” Mao said. His finger tightened, then, whoosh, jets of water poured forth …!
And another from K Morris:
Feeling dog tired, John flopped into bed.
“He’s stolen my bed again!” he grumbled, curling up next to his basket.
Paul L Mastaglio:
Fudge was innocence personified. “Well, it wasn’t me,” said Bob, picking up the opened meat packet, looking at the cat.
Horrendous traffic, missed flight, plane dropped out of the sky, no survivors. Lucky me. Why do I feel so guilty?
The telephone rang. She stared at it, unmoving. She wasn’t going to answer it. Well, she was just a cat!
She walked down the aisle – beautiful, white dress, immaculate make-up. A blushing bride? Alas, no church, but the supermarket.