Wednesday, February 12, 2014
One Fabulous Face
"What a fabulous face!" I said to Armand on the occasion of his one-man show at the Arts Centre. "Who was she?"
"She was my wife," Armand said ruefully. "She left me."
"What on earth happened?" I asked.
"She ran off with some overage insecure balding failed blog writer."
"Amazing! How did a loser like that get such a fascinating woman?"
"She always took an interest in hopeless causes."
"What did you do about it?"
"Nothing until this very moment, when I poisoned his sangria at my one-man show."
"But that wasn't me!"
"Oh, I know. But you're as close as I'm ever gonna get."
Well, as I breathe my last, I'm proud to say I brought in this contribution to the Friday Fictioneers based on the picture prompt above at a mere 104 words. What a fitting legacy for me, who has been known to exceed the FF limit of 100 words by as much as a couple dozen tweets and the length of Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad!
Everything's going dark now ... except for the contributions of the other Fictioneers, which you can access by clicking here. Goodbye cruel virtual world! There's only one thing more left to say.
Good thing I don't like sangria.