Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!
Copyright – Al Forbes
Freya Writes... 
Poor Toby. This was a fun one, Freya…
Thank you 🙂
Not sure Toby thinks so…
St Toby? The Angel Toby? Hopefully, angels don’t really itch. Probably a vestigial itch. Cute story.
The Archangel Toby, natch! Thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Ha ha, nothing worse that not being able to scratch 😉
I know… 🙂
Lovely Freya, that itch, you have to feel sorry for him don’t you.
It’s the worst thing, not being able to scratch! 🙂
Poor Toby, all forgotten. And now he’s got an itch as well! I wonder if he’s being punished for letting in “the wrong sort”? 🙂
Hmmm… That could be it!
Loved this.
Thank you!
Only when ‘Pete’ (love the contraction) retires will Toby finally be able to scratch that itch. Nice one.
Yes, that contraction was a final tweak 🙂 The problem is, Pete has been going rather a long time…!
creative and delightful story, Freya! ♥
Thank you, Sun!
aww poor toby…nobody ever mentions him.. wait,who’s toby? lol great story.he does sound like an interesting character 🙂
He exists in Pete’s shadow, poor chap!
Poor Toby. Neither in nor out. And no one to scratch his itch!!! Perhaps there really is a purgatory 😉
Yes, I think that’s where he resides right now!
What a cute take-so different from what you usually write,loved it:-)Oh,poor Toby-he can’t even scratch-adding insult to injury!No wonder he looks perpetually “itchy” ,lol!
I have my moments! 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Glad you do-makes life more interesting,isn’t it?;-)
This sounds like poor Toby is in a Hell of his own. Good one, Freya.
Indeed he is! Thank you, Karen.
Wouldn’t it be hell if you couldn’t scratch your itch? 😛 Nice job! – ok…now I’m itchy….
You’re welcome 😉
Yes, hellish indeed….
Dear Freya,
There’s nothing worse than having an itch you can’t scratch. I felt his pain (and his itch). Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle 🙂
Dear Freya,
And Toby’s only recourse is to pray for fallen arches. Great story.
Aloha,
Doug
Haha! Well said, and thank you!
The ancients missed a good opportunity–never heard of a myth where the transgressor was condemned to spend eternity tortured by a pesky itch over his right eye. You write it, the internet’ll immortalize it.
I never thought of it like that! Me, a trendsetter… 🙂 Thank you!
An itch you can’t scratch = hell!
Absolutely! 🙂
Nice one Freya. I like the way you combine the ‘heaven’ of St Pete and the ‘hell’ of poor Toby.
Well done
Dee
Thank you, Dee, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Wonderful pacing and story telling here, Freya. You’ve given the characters life here, and that draws me in, as a reader. Making my way through the stories… and glad I landed here. Well done!
Thank you so much – I’m glad my little tale worked so well for you 🙂
My pleasure. 🙂
Truly inspired.
🙂
Thank you so much 🙂