Joy and Martin sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. The last moments of my miserable life and that’s all that I can come up with. My best friend and my wife betrayed me. He did something to the breaks and she doctored my coffee. My world’s coming to an end with a bang not a whimper and I’m taking twenty innocent people with me. Those adulterous, self-centred gits aren’t getting it all their way. I’ve experienced too many near misses recently for it to be a coincidence. That’s why my solicitor has a sealed letter with instructions to open should I suddenly die.

Be a Friday Fictioneer. Being limited to a 100 words when writing a story concentrates the mind beautifully and hones the skills. I think it’s a great challenge. Here’s the link.

12 thoughts on “Joy and Martin sitting in a tree

    • Me too, although it isn’t exactly the happy ending I would have liked. :I used to think that if I was in charge of the writing I would have control over where it went. Go figure. 🙂

  1. They’ll get what they deserve. Shame about the passengers though. Maybe I need to check on the marital status of the bus driver in future… Well done.

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