Frog Day AfternoonNovember 20, 2011 at 2:20 PM | Posted in Fiction | Leave a comment
Tags: 100 words, fairy tales, flash fiction
Chuck had another challenge. I’m supposed to be doing something else, I’m sure of it. But what the hell, it’s only a hundred words. What can happen in a hundred words? This week, he gave us five words, pick one and use it. One of the words was “powder.” I didn’t use that one. I used “frog.” To find out more, go check out his site.
I’m not going to kiss that frog. I don’t care how many promises he makes. Wishes he can grant. Dreams he can fulfill.
His moist eyes beckon to me, with an amphibious come-hither. A smile played upon his lips. “Come on,” he croaked casually. “What have you got to lose?”
“Besides my self-respect? How about hygiene?”
The frog re-adjusted his footing on the log. Frogs were fidgety creatures. Have you noticed that?
“How many times have you met a magical talking frog? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
I sighed. I kissed him.
The man walked away. Now I’m the frog.