copyright Stephen Baum
"Hey, Fluffster, what are you doing?"
"Just running down the corridor of this box we're in, Whiskers, looking for ..."
"I know what you’re looking for. Cheese."
"Well, I ..."
"Don't you get it? It's an experiment Dr. Skinner is conducting. He puts cheese at the end of a corridor for a few days, then yanks it away. He wants to see how long it takes you to realize it's not there anymore."
"Yeah, but ..."
"Don't you realize he's playing you for a sap?!"
"But, Whiskers ..."
"There, look! No cheese!"
"Which is great, just the way I want it."
"I hate the smell of cheese. Anywhere it isn't is where I want to be."
And I agree with Fluffster, by the way; I hate cheese. I feel so strongly about it I wrote a piece on it in the early days of this blog. Any other fromage-a-phobes out there?
I thought not. Well, the other mostly cheese-eating Friday Fictioneers have taken a break from their brie to offer their takes on the picture prompt above, and you can access them by clicking here.
I've been somewhat unable to keep up with comments lately on other Fictioneers' work. Feel free to ignore me while this lasts or better yet, write a 100% honest comment, warts and all! (I don't actually have warts.)
Just don't leave me a cheese basket.