Hello Dear Reader! It’s Wednesday, which means my brain, Peanuts, thinks it’s Friday. (Shh . . don’t say anything, I’ve found it’s always best to humor Peanuts.)
Anyway, it’s time for Peanuts to write a 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers — a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple.
There’s a rumor afoot that Rochelle is busy sewing everybody official Friday Fictioneer Uniforms, and that we will all be receiving them just as soon as she masters French cuffs. Could this be true, Rochelle? I certainly hope so!
Here’s this week’s Friday Fictioneer Picture Prompt:
Funny How Things Work Out
William Joseph Standish hated being a tree because in his heart, he was a writer. After all, wasn’t he made out of wood –which turns into paper? Didn’t he have time to think? Wouldn’t a byline with his name be fabulous? But alas he had no pen.
One day someone leaned a bike against his trunk. Screw writing! He would become a world-renowned Tour d France bicyclist! It would be stupendous, it would be marvelous, it would be . . . well, he couldn’t think of anything else it would be.
Just as well he decided not to be a writer.
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Until next time . . . I love you