Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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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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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. 🙂
So many aliases!
Good job, Tresha, as usual.
I think it’s a spigot, but for convenience I called it a hydrant.
You get to call it whatever you want to make it work in your story!
Funny.
Cute story. I enjoy personifying inanimate objects!
If only they could really talk!
What a great fun funny tale and use of personification. Liked the lemonade’s wishes at the end.
Nice work.
Randy
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