Hello Dear Readers.  What do you want to do today?  Maybe you feel like writing a 100-word story explaining this:

Midlife Crisis

He was in the process of changing careers?

Yes, Officer, he couldn’t take the clowns anymore, or the cutbacks.

Cutbacks?

They stopped providing seltzer and Bozo uniforms.

Really?

I mean, have you seen the cost of clown shoes lately?  We’re still paying off his clown-school student loans for godsakes!

So he enrolled in–

Human cannon ball college, yes, that’s right, Officer.  It was his final examination.

What a pity!  But I didn’t realize there was a human cannon ball college in town.

There isn’t.  This was an online human cannon ball college.

Probably not a good idea.

In hindsight, no.

Word count:  Exactly. 100. Words. Yay!

This is the Friday Fictioneer Challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.  To participate, all you have to do is look at the picture.  (You don’t have to look at the picture, but it’s easier when you do) and then write a story with a beginning, a middle and an end in 100 words or there abouts.  And link up over at Addicted to Purple.

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Until next time . . . I love you