Flash Fiction Friday
It’s time to kick the Random Word Generator! Here’s what we get for today’s 100-word story:
- Cabin
- Nose
- Relative
- Warehouse
- Fork
A strange set of words can only mean a strange little tale. So here it is:
Mad? Sane? ‘s all relative, ain’t it? An’ I’m as sane as the next man. ‘cept ‘e’s dead. Cabin fever got ‘im. An’ then there’s Bob. Well, there was Bob. Broke ‘is nose an’ bled to death. Didn’t think that could ‘appen. Some blood disorder or something. And then there was Jim, but ‘e was clubbed to death by Tobais. Now there’s a mad man if ever I saw one; nutty as a Snickers.
That’s why ‘e had to go. I found the fork in the warehouse. ‘E never saw it comin’.
Now it’s jus’ me. Till the cops come.
Have a great weekend!
LOL…”Well, there was Bob.”
Very entertaining as usual, Colin.
Thanks, Amanda. This was a little–different. 🙂
Loved the flow of the story. It was dark and twisted too, but at the same time, light.
Thank you, Patricia. Dark and twisted? Hmm–I suppose it is a bit. It was a fun voice to play with, though. 🙂