Friday Fictioneers – Calypso

~ Neil MacDonald
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It’s hard to remember, but I think it all went tits-up when Grandad took his teeth out. The vicar’s wife shrieked, as if he’d exposed himself, or sunk the gnashers into her ample rump. Grandad, perhaps to be seen to do something, grabbed the picnic hamper and flung it over the railings into the river. The florist swung a punch. Soon, all the wrinklies were one brawling mass.

When the bizzies arrived, they’d surely blame me as the only young ‘un. A pub at the end of the walk sang siren songs of refuge (“Wasn’t there, Guv”). I legged it.

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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

16 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Calypso”

      1. Oh, I hear ya! I had my 85 year-old mother and her 82 year-old sister over last night. Good grief, keeping up with them is something else!

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