Its that time of the week again, and if you’re reading this you can probably guess what time of the week this is; that’s right its FF time. Every week our glorious leader, Rochelle, invites us, who can never leave, to write a story with a beginning a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order, inspired by a picture of her choosing, usually from someone in the gang; today supplied by Na’ama Yehuda and occasionally by her self. It can’t be any more than 100 words, but it can be less.
I used to write bastardised children’s stories, i’m having a purple patch right now, and never know what i’m going to write until I write it. I’ve always plans to get it done sooner and maybe get in the top 20 fastest, but you American’s have a head start on me, or you’re all time travellers or something. Anyway, i reckon i’ll sleep on this one tonight, all i’ve got is Base level politicians running round in my head, this will not do.
So…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
The trees were plastic, no-one was fooling anyone. Ever since the old power station had been re-comissioned, the rain had fallen; acidic and caustic, cutting through the vinyl umbrellas.
And it always rained,
“Too much water in the water cycle”, a government fantasist had said lazily on a radio phone in, whilst cavorting with some Sexbots; it was like the real thing and beat offal in a jam jar.
No one understood why they queued for nostalgic silk feel umbrellas at the umbrella wholesaler; the plastic dissolved, the gutters ran rainbow coloured full of acidic micro-beads and the planet choked.
A cautionary tale no less, and 100 words on the nose, stay inside people the world is going to hell in a Hi-Viz plastic Wheelbarrow!
The Count Of North Clifton 
Just for a momentary sense that the silk will protect you. I get it
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And a yearning for the past.
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Dear Shrawley,
You’re waxing environmentalist on us now. 😉 And doing a find job of it.
Actually I always thought the Brits had it on the Americans as far as being amongst the top 20 every week since you’re hours ahead of us. Neil, Iain, Sandra and C.E. are always first in the lineup.
I took the liberty of posting two this week.
At any rate, a good cautionary tale this week.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I must be in a worm hole, a day behind!
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The prompt always drops at 8.30 in the morning for me, giving me an hour before work to get my entry in – if I don’t I end up further down the list! Anyway, I’m starting to wonder if I might be better off just entirely ignoring all politicians forever. I would certainly be happier being blissfully ignorant at the moment.
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8:30 I’m on my way to the shire!
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Zany AND depressing, just like Shimmer, “it’s a dessert topping AND a floor wax” (Saturday Night Live reference)
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Like that, imagine what it’d do to your insides!
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Also like Coca Cola which cleans the grime from coins and is a drink.
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It is currently bucketing with rain at my house reading this. Bit afraid to go out and see if my umbrella will melt
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I wouldn’t be surprised if this is already happening to some extent in some cities…
“Offal in a jam jar”? Urgh!
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I’m about to head out into the rain. I won’t take my umbrella – it was quite expensive and I don’t want it to end up looking like a spider’s web on a stick!
Here’s my story.
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Oh Hell! Worcester has gone to the dogs sinceI was there last.
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Damn right!!
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it must be these umbrellas are becoming collectible items that folks will grab them before they run out. 🙂
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Dang… Nostalgia won’t help but for a few moments…
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A horrific fantasy of what the future might hold for us. Gosh, offal in a jam jar! Sick stuff.
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Thanks Fatima, I try my best!!😉
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An entertaining story, Shrawley. I’m at the point where I don’t always want to know what’s in the food I’m eating. I just ask that it not burn the skin off my tongue and caused pain all the way down to my stomach. The story reaches me here at about noon. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks for commenting Suzanne, I checked this morning just as I was leaving home, it’s already out there!!
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