Friday’s come and gone, but at last I came up with a story to tell about this week’s Fictioneers photo. What are – well, who are – the Friday Fictioneers? We’re a tightly disorganized gaggle of bloggers who share stories we write based (more or less) on the pictures that our Fearless Fictioneering Leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields shares with us. Want to join? Just look at the photo Rochelle posts Wednesday morning, come up with a hundred word story related to it, post your story, and add a link to Rochelle’s collection so we can find it. And take a look at the strange tales the rest of us come up with! Here’s mine – please let me know what you think!
My cousin Joe could do anything, except make us little kids stop tagging after him. He had a tube he called his wasp chaser, carried it everywhere. So when I found this nest, I wasn’t scared.
The wasps went for me anyhow. It hurt so bad. Then Joe was there, chasing them off, getting stung himself. He started gasping and fumbled the wasp chaser out of his pocket. “Stick it in my leg,” he choked. How many chances do you get to stick a pin in a big kid? So I did it. And later everybody said I saved his life.
Maybe now he won’t mind me tagging along.
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Oh yes! And this is my five hundredth post. Wow. Just a second while I pat myself on the back. 😀