Friday Fictioneers – Roof

I barely know what day it is this week. I was off work from Monday to Wednesday, which always throws me and confuses my internal calendar. Plus I stayed up till 5.30AM to watch the election on TV so much of Wednesday was a blur. Back to work on Thursday, complete with that “how do I do my job again?” feeling that I always get after a break.

Luckily, there is the metronome-like consistency of Rochelle‘s prompt email, the constant around which the week takes shape, to remind me of the day. This week’s pic

comes from FriFic regular and ace photographer Sandra Crook.

More writers participate in this weekly challenge than in any other online pic-based flash fiction prompt in the world (probably) and you can read the results here in what I’m sure the Spanish would call Ranaterra.

And just a little further down the page – in the next paragraph in fact – you can read my 100 words. Go on, give it a wee read, see what you think, and if you feel so inclined, leave a comment.

 

 

“I trust you enjoyed your visit to The Great Leader’s estate?” my guide asked, leading me through the grounds.

“His invitation was the greatest honour,” I replied, “and His audience a pleasure beyond compare.”

We both paused, reflected on His Glory.

I indicated a tower in front of us. “His talent and taste are peerless,” I said, “A single coloured roof amongst those of black reflects His unparalleled Majesty.”

“There is no coloured roof,” my guide said carefully, “The Great Leader would not allow such a thing.”

I looked again, saw black roofs. “Humblest apologies,” I said, “I was mistaken.”