Rochelle it really doesn’t seem like a week has passed since last time Friday Fictioneers came round. The space time continuum is speeding up at a rapid pace and my fingers are aching with the newly cold mornings. That’s aging, sadly, and I fully understand theres not much I can do aside form immersing my self in Turmeric and cod liver oil. So this weeks picture prompt is from Sandra Crook and I think is probably in Dorset, Gold Hill, I’d say. Anyway 100 words with a beginning, middle and end creating a masterpiece. We’ll see!

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

Sadly Seldom Seconds for Sandwiches on Sourdough. This afternoon , the Battle to the Bottom would Begin.

The Bi-annual “Dashing Damsels” modern event was as anxiously anticipated as always; spectators streamed in from all around Dorset to Drink like Dionysus as the high-heeled “Duchesses and Dukes” Dashed Downhill, Drinking a Decanter of “Dahlia’s Damson Draft” which must be finished before arriving at the “Portly Pelican Pub”

Daphne the Defeater, wore Striped Stockings, Specially Stuffed with Seaweed to Bar Breakages and Bruising and was Cantering ‘cross the Cobbles when a Cork Caught her Heel Hampering her Haste.

CRASH!!!

Heavy Hearted she Hobbled Home.

There we are, 100 words of alliterative nonsense, hope you enjoy the ride!!