PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
“I can’t believe you just ate it, Sheldon!” Betty sighed on the other end of the phone line.
“What else does one do with cupcakes?”
“Never mind. Did you at least look at the clue?”
“On the icing. I drew it on with icing.”
“Betty, you can’t even draw with a pencil. Look, it was on my table on top of my notes, I thought you left me a sweet birthday surprise.”
“It was a surprise. A treasure hunt surprise.”
“By the way it was a tad too sweet.”
“You are literally clueless.”
“Wha – hello? Betty, you there? Hello?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Sandra for this week’s prompt.
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I’ve joined in a bit late this week. But better late than never.
I’m in the middle of a glorious drug withdrawal. Prescription drugs. All legal – but no less debilitating than if I was a recovering heroin junkie. On the bright side, it means autoimmune disease is under control with less medication.
Back on the dark side, it means my sarcasm is at dangerously high levels.