Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Magic daffodils!

I've written this for Friday Fictioneers. It's not true by the way. Well, not quite!







Last autumn I planted daffodils. They should be up now but they’re not. I saw a yellow grub the other day, so perhaps it’s eaten my bulbs!

When I looked today there were mushrooms where the daffodils should be. How’s that?

It’s magic!

I’ll have them for breakfast. Hang on... magic mushrooms, they’re a drug. So I’d better not. What if someone sees them and reports me for growing narcotics? What shall I do?

I know, I’ll burn them on the fire tonight. But the smoke might get my neighbours high.

Help!

If you've any ideas please let me know!

Hey! Exactly 100 words!


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8 comments:

  1. Dawn4 March 2015 at 13:13

    Let them be. They are good for the soil.

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  2. Anonymous4 March 2015 at 21:27

    Too funny. I just mentioned magic mushrooms in a comment a few stories ago. Haven't ever had any, but have had them offered to me.

    janet

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  3. Unknown5 March 2015 at 09:09

    Fun and fresh little piece. Pity about the daffs; they are such optimistic flowers.

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  4. liz young5 March 2015 at 17:09

    Love the story and the purple picture too.

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  5. Anonymous5 March 2015 at 22:24

    This is good. I want to see something like this in a newspaper advice column. I wonder what they would say.

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  6. Unknown6 March 2015 at 07:57

    That was a lot of fun listening to your stream of consciousness. No advice. Hope the daffs come up.

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  7. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields6 March 2015 at 10:46

    Dear Rosey,

    I believe a welcome to Friday Fictioneers is in order. Clever little story.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. Anonymous8 March 2015 at 06:10

    Ha. Getting the neighbors high would be a problem…

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