It has been a while since I wrote for the Friday Fictioneer’s. I peeked every week at the pictures but time didn’t allow me to come up with a story. This week I have a story.For those who have heard Friday fictioneeer is an addictive writing challenge. Thanks to our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple provides us with a new photo to work with every Wednesday and we have until Friday to come up with an original 100 word story. It is an excellent way to fine tune your editing craft. But it’s okay if you go over or below the word count a little. I guess it’s okay as long as you’re not submitting War and Peace.
This week Rochelle is using her daughter-in-law’s picture of their tree climbing dog and Rochelle’s cute little granddaughter. At the end of my story there’s a link that will connect you with the story other bloggers shared.
The Magic Stone
The merchant Sparky brought the magic stone from said we had only one wish. We could have anything. Anything, Sparky thought.
Laughing hysterically Beverly snatched the stone and said, “I wish my husband was a dog.”
Then just like that I have four legs, fur and a nagging urge to lick between my legs. After seeing the shock on Beverly’s face I ran from the house and up this tree to see if I could find out which way the wandering merchant walked. “Come down. Dogs don’t climb trees.” My daughter yelled. I wonder if she knows I’m her father.