Friday Fictioneers: The Man and the Manatee.

Has it been a week? Christ! I’ve barely had time to get out of my chair Rochelle and yet you are still here, marshalling the troops to Fictionopia (a good place) Can’t recall what I’ve been upto, suffice to say I’m off to Norfolk at the weekend and we came third in the pub quiz on Sunday, purely because I forgot that cricket is apparently the national game of England and Scotland isn’t a country (who knew) according to a bloke who happened to be running the quiz. Hey ho, thinking caps on…Story with a narrative in under 100 words on the picture below.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

He didn’t mean to fall in love with a mermaid; well, a manatee really. He gobbled up ridiculous conspiracies for breakfast.

He visited the Lagoon Stranded Manatee daily; feeding her assorted vegetation, acorns, liquorice, whatever; whilst he read Sonnets from the shore.

“I’ll move her into the house and create a family with her.”

His landlord was understanderbly shocked but shockingly understanding; Mermaids didn’t often appear on an Assured Shorthand Tenancy.

The Manatee never saw the study decoration, but yielded to his insistence she wore a dress “home”.

Sadly the Manatee choked on sawdust in the back of his Toyota Pick-up.

There we go, a story of slightly unwise love in 100 words. Enjoy

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