We come to another Wednesday which to 100 or so hardy souls means it is time to fib. Okay, maybe tell a fantastical tale sounds more respectful, but either way we are spinning a yarn about something our minds concoct based on a photograph chosen specifically by our gracious hostess with the mostess, Rochelle. This week Sandra Crook is the photo supply culprit.
(Genre:Fiction) (100 words)
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Ben rumbled up the steps toward the ever increasing wail of his bride of thirty two years. She had been over the edge for eight days and now it seemed she was even more out of sorts.
“Honey, what’s wrong now?” Ben asked.
“That, that thing. It’s going to ruin everything!”
Ben looked from their top floor balcony in the direction she pointed. A tractor and hay wagon sat broken down between two houses across from their home.
“What will they think? This is my big break.”
“I am sure the reporter from Cosmo won’t care.”
“I want it gone!”
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Joe's Musings 
Keep the wagon, dump the trouble.
So why is Cosmo coming? Ha-ha! Good tall tale. 🙂
It really does seem out of place in that neighbourhood.
I like how you chose to have to perspective be from someone’s window.
It is too easy to take the first look and craft a tale. I think you can only grow by looking for something that is not obvious.
These comments you’ve received have proven out your storytelling. Glad I stopped by too.
Whoah high maintenance much? Great story 🙂
Well done, Rochelle hit the nail on the head. poor guy.
Well-done story. Poor man. It looks like there are a lot of imaginary emergencies in that household..
I’d be tempted to say, “Wax on, wax off. Breathe in, breathe out!.” 🙂
janet