Every Friday authors worldwide gather around the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by fellow Friday Fictioneer Dee Lovering.
Thank you, Dee.
Here’s the story Dee’s photo inspired, which is actually a poem.
The sun-bleached bunting rustles, brittle
as the bell of the abandoned village church.
Then, it recoiled rustling from the black-frocked
village tongues congregated to snip and snipe,
then hang the flayed red tongues in honour
of the day of the saint.
Now, the tongues abandoned hang languid, limp
as the pimps preying on the splay
of gay punters come from afar to tongue
abandonment out of bottles and under bellies.
(c) Ann Isik 2014
Coming in at 70/100 words this week.