This is my story for Friday Fictioneers. I actually used 102 words - sorry! I'll stand in the naughty corner for a couple of minutes!
This picture reminds me of something I ate once.
I didn’t eat a statue! Mind you, I did eat a chocolate Father Christmas once. I didn’t eat a dinosaur either – they are an endangered species.
No, I ate an eel. That’s what it looked like after I’d finished – all head and bones!
When I took it from the fishmonger’s bag it suddenly leapt into the air and landed splat on the floor. I watched from a distance thinking it was still alive. It wasn’t - I’d just forgotten what slippery devils they are!
Cooking it was a challenge, but it tasted bloomin' d-eel-icious!
Picture: Douglas M. MacIlroy