Sorry I’ve been away, without laptop loading up on kebabs and cocktails, so I haven’t had anytime for serious literature. But i’m glad to see Rochelle is still holding this merry band of pranksters going. Bravo! Unless everything has changed then I’m assuming I’ve got to write a 100 word story with the usual beginning, middle and end, but not necessarily in that order, so…

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

“Like a Dream”, he said “and we’re the unicorns”

That was over 8 months ago; A damp summer was turning into an autumn with a long-term forecast: Wet n’ Chilly.

“Long term, Shlong term” he scoffed.

Scowling up from endlessly pouring over the map enveloping the camping-table, periodically shifting cluttered detritus onto the mud-stained Persian rug.

The Dream NOW was where she wanted to be; anywhere, not here. The claustrophobic bell-tent; damp linen, damp clothes, the al-fresco living; 2 sodden camping chairs with jeeringly cheerful Umbrellas resting where there should’ve been wine.

She hoped he drowned in the ditch where their shit flowed.

There we are, a lifestyle change gone hopelessly wrong, and 100 words on the nose.