It’s Friday, everyone else in the house is still abed, yet I have two more days of work before I stop for Christmas. But then a lovely long break to look forward to.
You can blame my busy week if you like, but I’m not especially happy with my efforts for Friday Fictioneers this week – which is why you are getting two of them.
I am sure you can do better than me, so why not pop over to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and find out how to join in/show me up. This week’s photo prompt for a hundred word story is courtesy of Scott Vanatter.
First attempt :
Who Am I?
I’ve seen it all over the years in this house. The Christmas where Aunt Jean lost her false teeth and they had to puree the turkey. The happy tears shed as children who’d flown the nest trooped in dutifully for the festive season. The time they cooked goose because every tradition had to be changed the year after Mother died.
I expect I’ll see many more years of highs and lows. I’m part of the fabric of this family.
Who am I? The Christmas Tablecloth, of course. Now someone make that cat scoot before he gets his claws in me.
I thought that was really far too silly, so I had another go (very short one this time).
Priscilla packaged up the candles for the sale under Henry’s watchful eye.
She wrapped each one in cellophane and tinsel to look pretty, but added one more ingredient before tying the bow. The red ones had to be for true love, purple for prosperity, and the white ones simply peace of mind.
It was bound to be a more illuminating Christmas than anyone expected with those spells, she thought.
Now do your worst with me, but make sure you go and visit the other stories too on the link below. Apologies to all the other fictioneers that I rarely make it round them all. Hope to do better this week.