WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.
As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
Pop over to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewordart.com and jump right on in!
The inquisition’s instruments of torture had lost their effectiveness recently.
Ever since Cardinal Ximenez had elected to use soft cushions instead of knives as a cost cutting measure to poke his victims with, both Biggles and Fang had decided to take their talents in different directions while still maintaining an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope. Thus they found themselves undercover on the streets of Seville, searching for highest sin in the lowest of places.
However, their version of the Auto da Fe was in dire need of reworking and a larger budget…
“Nobody expects the Spanish… Oh, Never mind!”
Not entirely sure how I got to this juxtaposition of ideas, but I am exhausted and flatter than a pancake, so Goodness alone only knows what is going on inside my brain!!