Welcome Dear Readers! In, this, The Golden Age of Blogging, another day means another story. And so, let us now turn our attention to this weird and wonderful picture of a giant bee provided as a story prompt for the weekly Friday Fictioneers 100-word story writing challenge.
If you look closely behind the bee’s left foot, you can barely make out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our Friday Fictioneers’ hostess, sewing us some Official Friday Fictioneer Uniforms! She’s still having a little trouble with those French cuffs. But she’s doing her best so please everyone stop nagging her!
Until then, Rochelle says we should write a 100-word story about the giant bee picture provided courtesy of Jennifer Pendagast at Elmowrites.
The Trouble with Little Poindexter
I’m worried about our little Poindexter, Arthur.
You worry too much, Martha.
But Poindexter’s so different from other children, Arthur.
He’s big for his age, and he only eats pollen. And then there’s his–
Well none of the other children have antennas, Arthur!
Are you saying he’s a freak?
No, no of course not! It’s just that . . .
Well today he stung one of his classmates and had to stay after class.
Did you have a talk with him?
I tried to.
He told me to buzz off.
And there you have it, Dear Readers. I’m happy to say this story passed the finish line at exactly 100 words.
Until next time . . . I love you