The Bigger they are- #FridayFictioneers

Eli, I don’t think this is a good idea.

Nonsense, Emile. I am not going to let David get away with it. He just took the best spot in the house!

I’m not even sure his name is David, whispered Emile.

THAT’s your worry? snapped Eli.

Emile had a set look in his eyes. You go ahead, Eli. I’m not coming.

Pah! Lily-livered sap! spat Eli viciously.

Emile watched as Eli’s arthropod limbs scampered up the wooden door frame, right into “David’s” trap.

Compound lenses gleaming, eight joints flexing, David softly said, ‘The bigger they are, the harder they fall’.

┬ęShailaja V

Photo Courtesy: Douglas M. MacIlroy

Word count: 100

Written for the Rochelle Weisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers-

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What do you see?- #FridayFictioneers

 

Hey hon, what do you think?

Pushing the glasses down the bridge of his nose, Ned peered at what Denise was waving beneath his chin.

It’s all right. Kind of odd that one chair is pushed all the way back while the other two are closer to the table.

Exactly! One person on one side and two people on the other. What does that suggest?

Eh? How should I know? Not really a fan of symbolism, my dear. You’re the expert.

Denise bit her lip and decided that her technique of suggesting couples counseling was not going as she’d planned.

┬ęShailaja V

Photo copyright: Melanie Greenwood

Word count: 100

Written for the Rochelle Weisoff Fields’ Friday Fictioneers-

Click here to read the prompt and here to read the other entries in the link-up.