“I got Paltrow. G, P. Five fucking points.” Boyd threw his scrabble tiles on the board.
“Eleven points.” Skipper said. Boyd spat. “Queen Latifah.” Skipper gestured to his bulging bag, proof of the shot. “Q, L.”
“Three points.” Boyd was scathing. “Her real name is Dana Owens. D and O. Idiot.”
I took sixteen points and the other paparazzi groaned. Two J’s. Janet Jackson.
The door swung wide and Rod strode in, cardboard box in his arms. It sagged, dripping red on his shirt. “Twenty points fuckers!”
We stared. Finally Skipper asked, “What’s in the box?”
Smirking, Rod opened it, revealing flies, black hair, and pointed prosthetic ears.
“Zachary fucking Quinto.”
Word count 100 (plus a few after brief adjustments!)
Welcome to this weeks instalment of Friday Fictioneer’s – where writers are challenged to write a proper story (beginning, middle, end) based on a prompt in 100 words or less. As always, the challenge is placed by Rochelle, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Jennifer Pendergrast.
Ok, I went to a weird place this week. For those wondering how I got here, here is my bizarre thought path…
- A picture of train coupling, a somewhat desolate background.
- Coupling led me to ‘conscious uncoupling‘, a term used by Gwyneth Paltrow on her separation from the guy from Coldplay.
- Gwyneth (and that desolate background) led me to the final scenes in the movie Se7en.
- This took me to headhunting celebrities,
- and from there, an extreme game by murderous paparazzi.
I’m not sure if this story actually works, I found the 100 word restriction really tough.
Anyway, let me know what you think, whether it works, whether it doesn’t…
Postscript: Ok, there are a few messages that this didn’t work for everyone, and I think at least one of these things is the leap from letters to points – this is a scrabble thing, so I’ve made this clear = (G & D =2, P=3, O & L =1, J=8, Q & Z =10) . I’ve also explained the connection between Queen Latifah & Dana Owens.