For Goodness sake, this bank holiday business is playing havoc with my diary, the fact that the bank holiday was full of torrential rainfall and so we spent the day sulking is neither here nor there. Since then the weather has been hopeless, today it snowed FFS, and now the rain is teeming down in frozen rods from Siberia, possibly. So it was only a few minutes ago that I realised it was Wednesday and so time to crack on with the Magical Mystery Fictional Foray into Fantasy land thanks to Rochelle, Queen of flash Fiction on this channel anyway. Thanks to Ted Strutz also for his picture, I’m trying to resist the obvious as ever, so thinking caps on and lets see what comes of it.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Budd Cheeks certainly had no intention of having his stomach stapled. He was old school; Fan of Melon, Raspberry Ripple palette cleanser, Bread-n-Dripping for main, pudding, usually sticky toffee.
Arleen Cheeks had lost a ton and was pressing for Budd to do the same, so they could enjoy some sexy times again.
“Awkward Fumbles over cake Crumbles” remembered Budd.
They’d suggested driving his home to the hospital;because it was undignified to use a crane and flat bed truck.
“TURN LEFT HERE!” shouted Budd, bypassing the junction, “South to Pear Bot Beach, I intend to become a sun leathered Porch-o-Potimus”.
Sorry about this one, possibly brought on by my own lockdown belly, an overweight man is determined to continue his expansion, 100 words!
The Count Of North Clifton 
at least he’s enjoying his weight .The seem like a fun couple
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Great twist that he’s so big he can’t leave the house
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One way to get a house by the beach, plus Arleen can show off her new beach body. Everyone’s happy.
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She might have to find someone or something else for sexy time!
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Well he sounds like he’s enjoying himself, for the time he has left.
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Dear Shrawley,
He does know how to throw his weight around, doesn’t he? Funny, but really sad.
Shalom
Rochelle
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Wow he must be large if he needs to add half a house!
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Budd Cheeks? Oh dear… if you can’t move the inhabitant, move the house, what an imagination.
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Thanks!!
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When the ocean calls, it can not be ignored, Arlene will have to put him on a crab salad diet.🙂
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I understand the lockdown belly for sure. If the man can’t leave the house, move the house with him in it. Very creative!
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There but for the grace of God and all that! Mind you, in my case, they’d have to shift a whole block of flats!
My story!
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I didn’t realize till the end the flatbed was for the “Porch-o-Potimus.” 😭
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Ha! Kept you guessing? Then I’m chuffed, thank you for reading and commenting
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i give him high five for keeping his sense of humor despite the health issue weighing him down. 🙂
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Sounds like a LOT more fun than surgeons with scalpels! Good for him.
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Budd Cheeks and Arleen Cheeks. Hilarious names :). Were you perhaps thinking of Jack Spratt and his portly wife?
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In another life!! I’d love to get back into the fairy tales but my head has shifted on it’s axis somewhat over these last couple of years!
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