I’m back in Nevada after spending six weeks in Spain. I promise to share my thoughts about this grand adventure of Spanish immersion in later posts but today is miércoles so here is my Friday Fictioneers post. I haven’t written anything but text messages in English for six weeks and my brain was a little rusty today. My fictional bumbling spy Sara stepped up to the castle and insisted that this was her day to write.
Hold on to your broom and enjoy the ride.
Here’s the photo prompt from Douglas Macellroy.
Sara and The Flying Monkey
Unclear as to where she had fallen, Sara stretched her stocking clad legs gingerly beneath the rubble and questioned her choice of disguise. How was she to know that her pointed hat would bring down the drone in a tangle of fabric and smoke? In her defense the team leader had said, “We will get that witch”, speaking of the intended target.
The flying monkey drone had been Sara’s brilliant idea but where was the memory stick? Shaking off the very minor concussion she opened one eye. Regretting the decision, she watched the armed guard drop the Usb drive and Sara’s last chance into his pocket.
For more tales of woe and Oz go to Rochelle Wisoff Fields’ fabulous blog.