Once again answering the siren call of The Book Blogger’s Flash Fiction Foray Challenge, I took on this week’s prompt and hit the 100-word target spot-on.
Have I beaten the 115-word disease?
No, this week’s song just really inspired me. I got a specific image in mind and couldn’t stop laughing. Y’all don’t have to laugh with me—happens all the time—but I had fun and that’s all that matters.
Sparks flew and fat popped as the spit slowly turned over a roaring fire and still Kermit danced and sang and spun joyous circles; his thin, noodle-like arms flailed as he ripped feathers from a fluffy boa. He’d fantasized about this very night for four decades, but the reality of his new freedom was more intoxicating than fantasy.
Completing another dramatic circuit, he popped an apple into the ever-open mouth of the roasting pig. “Oh, Piggy. I might almost miss your sass. But I’ll get over it!” And so, cackling madly and feeling lighter than ever, he began to carve.