Well the fun never stops over the pond. Trump is really doing whatever he wants to when he wakes up in the morning, taking inspiration from his fever dreams, thank God Rochelle keeps this little corner of the internet for the saner of us to spill our subconscious literary beans. So 100 words based on the photo taken by Roger Bultot, a bridge of some sort, which I should probably recognise… Ham Bridge over the Teme I wonder?Anyway enough of this nonsense,
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!

The contra-parish pork-pie trade war between Clifton and Martley had been bubbling under for months, Martley shop held the monopoly on Butcheress produced Meat based snacks whilst Clifton floundered in a bleak cacophony of Happy-Shopper noodles and processed ham.
SuperMike took over, the Butcheress signed a favourable agreement and the pies rained down on Clifton like sweet meat.
Meat snack buyers; tradesmen and solicitors alike rushed to Clifton en-route to work, money spent, a meatrush ensued and the greed of the Cliftonites led to Ham Bridge being destroyed.
Communication between Clifton and Martley ceased,
“Until Meat Freezes over”
There we are 100 words on the war of the village shops.
Very lively take. I wish we had meat pies over here they sound like a wonderful comfort food.
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Nobody wins in a trade war
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I doubt this was your intention but I’m craving a meat pie right now!
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Dear Shrawley,
And the trade wars rage on. SMH. The picture is actually in New York City, but for prompt’s sake, it can be anywhere you want it to be. Not what you’re looking at, but what you see. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’re not alone in your frustrations. The daily chaos is just beginning.
Tracey
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Shrawl, we may as well laugh about it, as to date nothing seems to be able to slow gerdzilla down. Your story made me think of this old gold:
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That was fun. it also made me hungry. 🙂
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I enjoyed your fiction here
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