I’m finding it particularly hard to come up for excuses why I haven’t written a FF regularly for months, and its probably because the moue hasn’t taken me there, so I’m blaming the muse, which is a pathetic excuse i’m sure you’ll agree Rochelle. Anyway, as i lie in my childhood bedroom, with the diagonal striped red, grey, white and black curtains, surfs on the bookshelf, I’ve thought of something particularly villainous, so bear with me.
This week Lisa Fox provided the photo, so lets go, before I forget…
On My Marks…
The Minister for Brexit Oportunities so enthused over the resumption of capital punishment and the reintroduction of Gibbetting that when it was finally proved he was a massive fraud, an extra long thin cage was forged by Piggy Smith.
“Make it like a pencil”
As days turned into weeks, from beyond the grave, bits from that wretched minister dropped to the ground and gave nutrients to some really nasty knot-weeds.
Existing windows had to be sealed up, and the prison next door decided against apertures entirely, lightness should be rationed.
A critique on what the hell is happening in front of our very eyes, and its 100 words.