A Picnic: Fiction Friday

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Madison Woods

Copyright Madison Woods

A Picnic

Lemonade and ice,” the ceramic pot said. “Maybe it’s a picnic.

Picnics!” the spigot said, “I hate ‘em. Kids always putting horrible stuff up my nose, dogs licking me in the face. Disgusting. I like it better on the top of the refrigerator, out of reach.

You just don’t like getting baths,” the handle teased. “Big baby.

Stop calling me a baby!” the spigot sputtered.

The ceramic pot countered, “I’m the one at risk here. One baseball in the gut and I’m a goner.

The lemonade, wondering how to get out of there, asked, “Can’t we all just get along?
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9 thoughts on “A Picnic: Fiction Friday

  1. An anthropomorphic picnic….I’ll be in my room. 😉
    Yesterday there was discussion about whether it was a tap, or a faucet. Today he’s been promoted to spigot. 🙂

  2. Hilarious, Tresha. They’re all right. Once it gets really hot, the lemonade won’t have to worry about getting out. I’m trying to remember if there was a dog around when I’ve gone to those outdoor picnics. It’s probably better if I can’t remember. 😀 — Suzanne

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