Could you tell a story in just 99 words?
Try your hand at your own miniature fiction for my weekly Monday feature. Anything goes, but must be exactly 99 words not including title.
PM me your story, along with any links/bio you would like me to add.
I look forward to reading your creations!
After a few days away Yeti returned to the homestead yesterday. He’s been in grey old London on a conference, whilst Ruby and I have been quietly going about our business here in the lovely Ljubljana sunshine. Between the business side of things he has enjoyed home comforts such as a full English breakfast and fish and chips. He also met up with a friend while he was there, who coincidently also happened to be working down south.
The following day, said friend called up and told Yeti that he had spent the day working with a chap whose brother-in-law lived in the apt above us in Ventura.
It’s a very small world indeed.
Hot breath hit the back of my neck. I stepped forward, so did he. Space became available at the checkout, with an exaggerated move I lifted my basket up to unload it, knocking him with my elbow.
“Sorry, not much room.”
He didn’t take the hint. The line moved forward and again his breath hit me, coupled now with the sound of his gum-chewing.
I’d just come from lunch at my favourite Italian bistro. Remembering the deliciously strong garlic bread, I summoned up a burp. Turning sidewise to my enemy, I released my silent stink bomb in his direction.
This last week has been a very lazy one. Two day bank holiday here extended by an extra day to become one extremely long weekend. Plans to camping were rained off and the summer storms hit good and hard and even threw down a good lashing of hailstones. Needless to say, we didn’t venture far from the homestead. Between the storms we did manage to get some nice walks done, and we also took plenty of shelter in various bars…
So, this week, plans are to stop being a pig and knuckle down again and get some words out!