Flash Fiction: The Ivy, the Bishop and his Lollipop
The Bishop wandered idly through the ancient cemetery, poking his walking stick at the soft ground. Ornately carved angels lay broken, their faces turned towards the sky; ivy wound around throats. “Such pretty faces” he thought and he pulled a lollipop from his pocket. The juices of his mouth worked through the pink sweet as he stepped over the remains of Lord Higginbotham’s tombstone, freshly stained with dog urine. Bastards. His left boot slid forward, his arms flew upwards “my lollipop!” he screamed. Down, down, down it fell – landing in a pile of dog excrement. “Shit” he muttered to himself.
|Come, walk with me...|
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A/N: Hello, dear friends! I stumbled onto Chuck Wendig's blog and found this wonderful flash fiction challenge - from five randomly chosen words, you select three to include in a 100 word story. Tonights words were Enzyme, Ivy, Bishop, Blister and Lollipop. It's a no brainer, you know which three called to me, right? I hope you enjoyed my 100 flash fiction - its always good to exercise the grey matter, on-the-fly as it were. Happy writing this weekend! Talei xox