Friday Fictioneers: Branded

On the evening of the UK puppet government reigning back on net zero, potentially about to cause chaos in the manufacturing industy, and maybe a dip in the economy, once again by the Tory party its reassuring to know that Rochelle has our backs, this little corner of southern uplands, this shining beacon of flash fiction keeps us going, a little bit of fantastic instead in this perfectly abnormal little island we call the UK. So I’ll get to work on this story; 100 words based on the following picture, with a beginning, a middle and an end, hopefully with a narrative flowing through.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

Hair matted like your deceased Grandmother’s knitting bag, the obnoxious “A-lister” plotted his next move.

Sprayed on tight trousers, with a suspiciously bulging Television (sock) crotch, was about to go on stage, he squinted through the parting between the curtains; a veritable pick and mix of nubile young sex flesh.

He was spoilt for choice, as ever, but no choice was too hard to make, he’d be somewhere else tomorrow.

Plain suited, hair shorter and brushed, he stood up; the wooden chair squeaked, he stared ahead.

“You have been found Guilty on all charges, and for that you must serve….”

There we are, 100 words on the rise and fall of a certain Global TV and film celebrity, of which there is much talk in the media at the moment. Hope you enjoy

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  1. I’m not in the UK, but it’s in our TV news too. You’ve captured the ‘ick factor’ in this story superbly. How does our world produce such people? And why do so many of us hero-worship them? I’m mystified

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