“Our hero, cognisant of the dangers, begins…”
“I’m narrating. This task shall be my last.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m certain. I shall die today.”
“You’re changing a light-bulb.”
“You know I hate heights.”
“I know you’re a big baby.”
“You’re supposed to do this. That was the agreement: you do heights and I do spiders.”
“I’m sure it was in the vows…”
“I’m eight-months pregnant. You wouldn’t send a woman in my condition up a six-foot ladder would you?”
“What if I brought in a spider?”
“What if I shook this ladder?”
“Our hero ascends…”
Genre: Complete Fiction And Totally Not Based On A Real Conversation I Had With My Pregnant Wife Once.
Don’t You Judge Me.
A return to my favourite unnamed argumentative couple for this week’s challenge. Previous Friday Fictioneer entries with these guys involved hating homonyms, debating musical merit, and the importance of spousal support. I was happy to revisit these guys and try stretching the funny muscles again; the last piece of fiction I wrote was a bit more harrowing – this short acted as a palate cleanser. For those interested, the harrowing piece was 1000 words called “All The Missing Things” from a photo prompt in a book. It was a difficult thing to write – fun, but challenging to do.
I should get the important stuff out of the way:
- Thanks to our host Rochelle – her Blog is here.
- Thanks to Ted Strutz for the photo prompt – his blog is here.
- Click this link to read everyone else’s stories!
Anyway, thanks as always for reading! I do try to get to a range of stories and I try not to read the same people every week…but some weeks are better than others. C’est la vi.
Comments and criticisms always welcome and appreciated.