Friday, 16 April 2010

55 on Friday

The pond was bathed in the morning light and an odd pink cloud drifted on the glassy surface. Bart normally enjoyed such serene mornings but this time he had things to do. He’d made sure his wife would never again reprove him for his fishing trips and was about to feed her to the fish.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

OMG..You are BRILLIANT .
YUcks!
Well done!

Mine is here
Have you a great weekend!
hugs
shakira

quilly said...

Well, what else is a fisherman to do with a wife who doesn't understand his passion?

Great story. As a fisher-woman I approve!

Anonymous said...

Atta boy Bart. I can just hear nagging wives like that. That'll show her :) Hope the fish are hungry. Boy I'm in an evil mood this morning LOL. Well done my friend :)

juliana said...

shakira - glad you liked it (or did you?) ;)
will be around...

quilly - divorce, maybe? but where would be the story in that? ;)
glad you enjoyed

thom - seems there's more of us who feel wicked today :)the question is, will he get away with it (but that's another story)

Anonymous said...

Indeed and I can't wait to find out :)