PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Waiting On My Man
Milling, milling, milling around. That’s all they do, day after day after day.
They pass me by while doing all those annoying things they do: ignore the screaming kids; scratch their butts; play grab ass; heads bowed, not in genuflection, but consumed by their new iGods; and kiss.
Damn, I miss kissing.
Hephaestus, you bástardos! I’ve been standing around for, oh, over 2,000 of these mortal years, waiting for your sorry ass to show up. ‘I’ll be right back, baby,’ you said. ‘Just wait right here, babe’,” you said. You said a lot of things and I. AM. STILL. WAITING!
It’s #Friday Fictioneers prompt time (and why do I want to sing that to the Howdy Doody theme song?), as always created and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted To Purple.
The rules are simple:
- Use the photo on Addicted to Purple as your prompt.
- Write a 100 word story, complete with beginning, middle, and end.
- Make every word count.
- It is proper etiquette to give the contributor of the photo credit.
- Add the InLinkz button (below) so your readers can find the dozens of other bloggers who have taken up this challenge.
Waiting On My Man may not have an exact beginning, middle, and end, but…eh. I had to go look up who the statue whose back is to us in the pic. Lots of things to learn about Athena Parthenos, which led me to the question: if a statue got an itch, who would scratch it? That took me to the above drabble.
Hope you got a chuckle.