Friday Fictioneers: Penguin Prophecy.

Afternoon folks, I wanted to make an early start this morning but got involved in a 3 hour (that long) Webinar. Didn’t understand a word and popped out half way through to get some veg from the farm shop, when I came back they were still blabbering on. Can’t say I didnt miss much because I’m not sure exactly what it was I was missing!

Anyway enough of that, this week Rochelle has very competently kept the old ball rolling with hosting and providing the photo prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, keeping it all in house, very wise in these uncertain times. So thinking caps on…

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

Many scoffed at the idea; peculiar cosmic rays struck the earth, smiting most of the Covid survivors, further strengthening the penguins flipper’s grip on the steering-wheel of civilisation and strangely animating white goods, fridge-freezers in particular. 

The ice caps, all but melted, meant a shortage of the cold stuff for the penguins’ traditional evening Campari, no-one could have predicted that.

Fridge-freezers were hunted down hoping to reach their stronghold in Chilly, France. 

Tragically if a Fridge-freezer falls on its back, it’s very hard to get back up, many met their fate this way, shallow graves marked with broken Campari bottles.

There we are 100 words on the nose of utter rubbish, with some hyphens to see me through the line, hope you enjoy it!

 

30 comments

  1. I’ve noticed that about fridge-freezers. If they fall on their backs they simply can’t get up again. Particularly if the accident happened in a local beauty spot. Well done.

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