This is my first Sunday Photo Fiction in a while. thanks, as always, to Al for the photo. I’ve been struggling with block of late but a few ideas have started creeping through so hopefully, I’ll be ready for Nanowrimo even if I never get round to finishing that anthology of short stories I’ve been putting off for months.
-It’s cold, Roland.
-Got to be, hasn’t it?…Food hygiene and that.
-But I’ve only got me Speedoes on.
-‘Long as you keep it that way, we’ll be fine, Quince.
-What is it we’re doing again?
-We’re making butter, Quincy.
-But Roland…?
-Yeah?
-Why?
-Have you seen the prices at the supermarket? It’s diabolical.
-What about Aldi?
-Don’t like having to bring me own plastic bags, do I?
-So, how’s it supposed to work?
-Well it’s like that story about the frogs.
-What story?
-You know the one. 2 frogs get stuck in a vat of milk.
-Poor sods.
-I know. And the first one just thinks stuff it, lets nature take its course. Ends up drowning in six pints of the white stuff.
-You wouldn’t catch me doing that.
-How come?
-Lactose intolerant, aren’t I?
-Right…So the second one sees his mate go under and decides he’s going to let the same thing happen to him.
-What does he do?
-He flaps around, trying to get out of the bucket. At first nothing happens, but after a while, he finds it’s getting harder to move. He looks down, sees the milks turn to butter, so he hops away and Bob’s your uncle.
-So what are we suppose to do?
-Just jig around in this milk.
-And?
-And eventually, we’ll have a couple of wheelie bins full of butter.
-Great…Except.
-Except what?
-The story wasn’t about frogs.
-It was, Quince.
-Nah.
-Nah?
-It was about flies.
-Rubbish. You wouldn’t want flies around butter. It’s not hygienic.
-But a frog would just swim, Roland.
-…
-You’re getting it mixed up.
-With what?
-With the other story.
-Other story?
-About the frog who falls a pan of hot water and hops straight out. His mate falls into a pan which is just slowly getting warmer. He doesn’t notice till it’s too late.
-What happens?
-Poached frog.
-But Quince?
-Yeah, Roland?
-who’d want to kill a frog?
-I dunno..Maybe someone got sick of frogs hanging out in his kitchen.
-Fair dos.
-Hang on a minute.
-What?
-Isn’t this milk getting warmer?
-Nah mate, you’re imagining things. Your wife says Hi, by the way.
Took me a couple of times to read that, I thought it was an error, having been written twice, but the ending of each being different.
Welcome back, missed you here.
Hi Al. Afraid it was an error, though not sure what happened. I’ve changed it again, anyway. Thanks for reading.
Nice dialogue. 🙂 It’s got an authentic feel to it.
Cheers.
ha! This is quirky and fun to read
Enjoyed
Ally 🙂
Thanks for reading.
Great stuff. Love the dialogue. 🙂
Cheers. Thanks for reading.