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 – Kent Bonham
29 thoughts on “Sweets For My Sweet – Friday Fictioneers”
Haha and life is definitely heading that way. can I have a cookie?
I know…. Scary! I keep my cookies under lock and key – safe from my Saturday morning munchies! 🙂
Haha I hide mine in my belly. No one can get them then
Aha! A cunning plan…. 🙂
It works 😉
Now I want my sep-tua-centennial cupcake in a cup 😉 Great story!
Yeah, I saw THAT one coming. Kids are SO predictable when they are.
No exercise and all those sweets = overweight people! 🙂
Yup! I was thinking of that animated film ‘Wall-E’ a little when I wrote this (no kids as an excuse and I cried!).
Oh, I’m with you on this one. You are, as we say, “pushing against an open door here.” Is the whole planet obsessed with comfort food? Nice one.
Thank you, Sandra. I get so frustrated over this, along with food waste, consumerism…. And so on. I think I write to keep sane!!! 🙂
The only way this could have been better is if one of them had lost a foot to The Diabetes. I know, I know, darling, not funny, but then, when Swift suggested the Irish eat their children, he wasn’t trying to be funny, either.
This was excellent.
I adore that idea… (scribbles surreptitious future plot thought on napkin and slides it into pocket…..)
Indeed, he wasn’t. Much like the blood libel spread around Europe for hundreds of years about the Jewish population.
Thank you – I’m pleased you enjoyed it!
Finishes lunch, reads story, puts Snickers Bar to one side. Not hungry any more. Great take on the prompt.
Aha! This could be the next big diet craze….! Thank you, Mike.
Ha!ha!Some things don’t change-thankfully:-)
Indeed, they don’t…!
It doesn’t quite bear thinking about really, does it!
I see these people all the time in their mark carts at the grocery store. Too obese to walk, trolling for free cookies. The ultimate child abuse. I’d say nice one, but…
Yes, ‘nice’ isn’t quite the right word, is it?
Oh, that primitive walking around! A scary thought for everyone zooming around and snacking all the time. But realistic, though. Now excuse me, I’m going to take the escalator to the croissant store on the second floor…
Yes, you do that… don’t want to waste your energy… 🙂
Ha.. and the little girl was only a mere 200 pounds at age 10…