Happy Wed-fri-nesday!


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?

Aqueduct -Sarah Ann Hall
Copyright Sarah Hall

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

64 thoughts on “Happy Wed-fri-nesday!

  1. At least Sean has his goldfish! He reminds me if our old neighbor Jerry and how he used trim his lawn with scissors.

  2. 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.

  3. 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! 😀

  4. 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 🙂

  5. 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 😉

  6. 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.

  7. 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

  8. 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! 😀

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