Hello Dear Readers and welcome to Wed-Fri-nesday. I decided to make up a new day of the week because 1) it’s high time somebody did 2) the Friday Fictioneer 100-word writing challenge starts on Wednesday.
Every Wedfrinesday, Rochell Wisoff-Fields, provides a weekly picture prompt, and writers are challenged to write a 100-word story. Go here if you want to join in: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple Blog and you should! Why? Well, what better way to celebrate the very first Wedfrinesday?
The Doing, the Undoing and the Redoing of Sean
Sean squished a spider crawling on his prized lawn trophy with his half-emptied whiskey bottle; congratulating himself in one instant, and disgusting himself in the next – with just how low he had sunk, accomplishment-wise.
When he was riding high with two consecutive wins at the Lawnmower Blade Sharpening British Open, the money and the fame had gone to Sean’s head.
His wife left, his kids left, his dog left, and even his goldfish . . . wait . . . no! He still had his goldfish!
Sean straightened his tie, picked up his goldfish bowl and headed into the future.
P.S. This story came in at exactly 100 words not counting the title and the 1,000 words the picture tells.
Until next time . . . I love you
Is Sean the lawnmower from this song? http://youtu.be/z3MokKo1NIQ
Clever story, darling. Glad he’s still got ‘is goldfish. Dunno what I’d do without my Cecil.
Ha! YES! LOL!! Oh thanks for sharing that wonderful little bit of ridiculousness! And give Cecil a hug from me! 😀
At least Sean has his goldfish! He reminds me if our old neighbor Jerry and how he used trim his lawn with scissors.
Oh I know. That’s what he’s probably doing right now. Well instead raising kids he decided to raise a lawn. Which is way harder! 😀
Now I’m wondering what he named his goldfish.
Hmm. . . how about Tater? Or maybe Tater O’Neil.
Excellent.
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Who knows where Sean will go with his beloved goldfish? I hope he makes a comeback at the Blade Sharpening Open… but next time is more humble with the fame this success brings. Good story!
Maybe I’ll expand it into a novel. Just a man and his fish and his lawnmower blade sharpener. I don’t know though, I’m not sure that’s a genre that’s selling right now. Thanks for coming by Zookyworld, and reading about Sean.
I think we should all head into the future with our goldfish bowls. A lovely piece of whimsy!
Claire
Thank you Claire! I suppose heading into the future with our goldfish bowls is as good a plan as any! HA! Thanks for coming by and commenting!
That was so darn silly I loved it!
Thank you! I do have a tendency to get that way sometimes! But I’m so glad you enjoyed it! 😀
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‘Wedfrinesday’ *chuckle*
Great story, Linda 🙂
Thanks Sandra! 😀
It must be a real tumble down to reality when, at once, you’re the king of the Lawnmower Blade Sharpening British Open and the next, you’re just a regular Joe. I can’t imagine how painful that must be. 😉
Good one, Linda! 😀
Haha! Me too Lisa. Life is rough. And like the song says, the first cut is the deepest. Especially it’s inflicted by a dull lawnmower blade! 😀
I loved the Lawnmower Blade Sharpening British Open. I think I know some people who might like to enter if it’s open to non-British competitors.
janet
Well sadly I think Blade Sharpening is only open to the British but I’m pretty we can only hope that the leaf blower motor repair competition is open to all! 😀
Gosh, I’ll have to sue someone. Isn’t that how things work these days? I think it’s blade sharpening nation-ism!! 🙂
janet
Haha! Sue away! Even if there weren’t any appendages cut off their could have been . . . 😀
Dear Linda,
Happy Wedfrinesday to you, too. 😀 I love your title…I love your story…I’m laughing as I type.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle! So glad you liked it! Gosh, I can’t believe it’s almost Wedfrinesday again already! Time is going way too fast! 😀
It’s a country song on Wed-fri-nesday
Hi Bucky! Yes Wed-fir-nesday is a favorite day for country music! I’d makeup a country myself but I don’t think anything rhymes with Wedfrinessday! Sigh . . . .
LOL that would be a tough one!
Hysterical! That Lawn Mower Blade Sharpening British Open has turned a lot of men’s heads. At least this guy was smart enough to hang onto his goldfish 🙂
Ha! So true, Jan! I see a goldfish empire in his future! 😀
I’d never win a Lawn Mower Blade Sharpening comp (open or closed). I’d just buy a new lawnmower 😀 Glad he’s still got his goldfish – no doubt they are called Flip and Flop. A good read Linda 😉
Haha Lyn! Sean Flop does have a nice ring to it!
When all else fails, lower your standards! Funny stuff. Sometimes, life is all about the goldfish.
So true Steve. I can honestly say I’ve never met a goldfish I didn’t like! 😀
clever & funny 🙂
Thank you Shreyank! 😀 And thank you for coming by! 😀
ha the things that people let go tho their heads
Ha! I know. It’s unbelievable isn’t it?
Evidently, that’s the Wimbledon of Lawnmower Blade Sharpening competitions. As long as the goldfish is alive, he hasn’t hit rock bottom yet. Time to get back out there and smoke . . .uh, I mean . . . cut the grass. Yeah, that’s it.
Haha! I’d say either one is great . . . as long as the goldfish doesn’t get hurt! (or eaten). 😀
One year our boys got Gramps a T-shirt…
“I fought the lawn and the lawn won” …
Grams’ got the T- with an old lady vacuuming fall leaves:
“One very neat Grandmother”
In a similar view …”Compost Happens”
Cheers
Hahaha Jules! Oh those are great! 😀
Hehe. As long as you’ve still got your trusty goldfish, there’s still hope. I got a good laugh from this one.
So glad to hear it EagleAye! 😀
Lol at the Wedfrinesday. Sounds like a goldfish is a good match for him.
LOL! You’re right!
That’s so quirky. I loved it. 🙂
Thank you, David! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! 😀 And thank you for stopping by!
Well, at least he didn’t lose everyone. Nice job.
Thanks Shirley. I just hope his goldfish survives! 😀
A bright future to anyone who know how to sharpen lawnmover blades awaits .. and he could marry the Goldfish 🙂
Ooh! Love that idea Bjorn! I’ve never written a story like that before, but I think I’d like to try! 😀
Like watching a train wreck, poor guy. Nicely done, left me worrying about the poor goldfish!
Yeah! I don’t think I would trust my goldfish with him! 😀
Linda, you only count 350 words for the picture. Still, you’re 350 words over, shame on you!
I knew it! When I pushed publish, I thought I saw my goldfish give me a funny look . . . now I know why!
Fun and quirky – I love the title in particular!
Oh thank you! 😀
I love the new day of the week, very much needed too. Nice story, poor guy.
Thank you Jackie! 😀
That title is fabulous and I love the idea of a champion for Lawnmower Blade Sharpening. 🙂
Thank you Sarah Ann. I saw all that overgrown grass in the photo and was inspired! 😀
I came second in the Lawnmower Blade-Sharpening British Open (1940). It was the last I saw of my lawnmower as it was requisitioned by the War Office and its blade turned into propellers. I’m wondering why Sean’s goldfish didn’t leave with the wife and kids and dog. It must be mad like my friend’s, which swims upside down. Great and funny story! Cheered me up from British weather doldrums. Ann
LOL Ann! Just let me thank you for your exemplary service during the war and sacrificing your lawnmower/helicopter to the cause. It’s people like you and lawnmowers like yours that make this world a better place! Thanks so much for stopping by. I certainly enjoyed your comment! 😀