Welcome Dear Readers to this week’s Friday Fictioneer 100-word story, picture prompt. I’m mighty glad to be participating this week, having had to sit out last week’s fun due to shoelacing difficulties. As always, thank you to our hostess, Rochelle, at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.
Plastic men have ambitions too. Newberry’s ambition was flight.
Newberry was originally meant to be an angel, but careless removal from his mold snapped off his wings.
So, when no one was looking, Newberry tried to achieve flight by flapping his arms. One day his arms came unhinged, slipped to the floor through the dark-blue sleeves of his casual, button-down cardigan and collided with a pair of four-inch heels — launching the occupant therein airborn until she finally came to rest on the makeup counter two isles over.
Newberry had achieved flight!
Armless ergo handless, Newberry gave himself a mental thumbs up.
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Until next time . . . I love you