Friday Fictioneers: The Trouble with Little Poindexter


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.

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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.

Different  how?

He’s big for his age, and he only eats pollen.  And then there’s his–

His what?

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 . . .

That what?

Well today he stung one of his classmates and had to stay after class.

Did you have a talk with him?

I tried to.

And?

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

101 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Trouble with Little Poindexter

  1. What’s the buzz about buzzing off? Buzzy Goldfarb didn’t mind being told to “Buzz off, Buzzy!” And little Buzzy Wuzzy wuz a bear and you know the rest of that one… great story. Randy

    • Sorry, I don’t know what I’m going to do with little Pierpont. But that happens a lot. Be sure to pick out a glass eye from the glass eye bowl, before you leave, Perry.

  2. Buzz off mom is certainly tamer than a great number of any of the real conversations children have with their parents these days. Mom will figure out how to deal with him. We all have to sooner or later.

  3. When you mentioned antennas, I thought of “My Favorite Martian.” Not that it had anything to do with bees–or maybe it does? Anyway, I’m just glad he didn’t land in my soup.

  4. Poor mother! She has to deal with a bee kid and a clueless hubby. Sigh. I enjoyed the comments almost as much as the story! 😉

    • Thanks Jackie! El Guapo and Undercover — together they really burn up the comment boxes, don’t they? They’re smokin’! (Not to be confused with smoking — as this is a no smoking comment section :D)

  5. Dear Linda,

    I was humming along toward the end of your story, wondering where you were leading us…and then I hit the punchline and laughed out loud. Best compliment I can give you. still smiling here. Thanks.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  6. Hi Linda,
    I think Arthur should definitely do a paternity test. There may have been a strange bee buzzing around his honey. As for Poindexter, I’m reminded of an old Woody Allen joke. A man took his brother to the shrink because his brother thought he was a chicken. How long has this been going on asked the psychiatrist. Years, said the brother. Why didn’t you bring him sooner? I would have, but we really needed the eggs. Thanks for the fun. Ron

  7. Great story made me laugh, but the your stories usually do.Found the comments very entertaining too.
    But Poindexter????…sounds like a refugee from a 50’s soap…
    🙂

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