Now For Something Silly.

Flash Fiction.

This here is a little silly.

The writing exercise I set myself went like this: Choose a random string of emojis, only four or five, and then write a story based on what you have.

They don''t make much sense, but then some readers would say that about most of my work. Who knows, maybe these make more sense than normal.

You decide.

Mike’s decision to moon at the gorilla was unfortunate. We buried him at sea, as he wished, but a lightning bolt set his boat on fire, so he had a viking funeral instead.

Detective to the stars, Sasha Firestone was admitted to hospital with a storm in his chest. The doctor prescribed a smart car.

This year’s winner of the red wine tasting competition was awarded to a ghost. Obviously this caused an uproar and everyone banned the sale of the wine in the shops. The chairman resigned and took up competitive cycling.

I love cowboy movies but my boyfriend prefers cop thrillers. He also likes eating red apples dressed as a witch. Dinnertime can be strange. Never mind, I have Arthur, my pet vulture, to keep me company.