This is another Friday Fictioneerssubmission. I’m writing this in a car park in Salford and haven’t had time to polish it. I’ve done a lot of dialogue recently so would hope to do a proper story next time.
Photo Copyright Dawn M. Miller
100 words (thanks to the excision of a rather weak joke about immobilisers)
-What’d your mum say?
-Again? She was only here last month.
-Her husband was eaten by a Roc.
-And she’s been burgled 41 times in the last year.
-…Are you going to get them down from the loft, then?
-You know. Them.
-I wish she’d bring something else.
-She means well.
-You bought one lamp, twenty years ago. At least that one came with a gadget.
-Leave it, Jas. She’s my mum.
-Ok…How many nights did she say she’d be staying, Aladdin?
-Take a wild guess…