Smoking Mirrors: Friday Fictioneers

Something’s wrong with this picture…..

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s:

Copyright Jean L. Hays - the signs across the street in this picture are backwards.

Copyright Jean L. Hays – the signs across the street in this picture are backwards.

Smoking Mirrors

Mr. Llessur Reyag sipped his coffee thinking that something was amiss

The stained glass was beautiful but the sngis across the teerts were gnorw.

Ydobon had noticed that sgniht on the teerts were a little sdrowkcab. But he dezilaer it.
He was rozar sharp.
He pulled out a smoke and derednop what was to be enod.

He sipped and dekoms and thinkered. The Ozark way.
Then in a hsalf of smoke it emac to him:

Just walk around with a rorrim and all would be thgir.

(some people use smoking mirrors – others just simply reverse the bigger erutcip)

reversed picture with readable sign across the street

reversed picture with readable sign across the street


 
 
Randy Mazie

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54 thoughts on “Smoking Mirrors: Friday Fictioneers

  1. I noticed that when I first saw the photo but just let it go. Leave it to you to come up with a story based on that. I love it. What a mind. If I were a brain surgeon, oh boy!

    • I hope the rest of that line would go something like these –

      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, You’d be working all day and night (I like that thought rather than working a New York minute)
      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, what a bill you’d be sending me for repairs (Wait. I think I just insulted myself.)
      – If “you know what were brains”, you’d become a rich proctologist practicing on me (Wow. I did myself in again.)
      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, you’d need GPS to get around (there – that’s better. Now where was I?)
      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, I’m sure I wouldn’t survive.
      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, would you take Subway gift certificates as payment?
      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, would you dare tell anyone what you saw in there?

      and lastly (one of my favorite lines from my children’s poetry which I have not published on my blog)

      – If you were a brain surgeon with me, would you please scratch while you’re inside there because it itches me a lot.

      SMILES
      Randy

      Please feel free to add any of your own…

    • Check with Paul, he’s the brain surgeon.
      I am simply the fodder of his handiwork,
      or maybe skip Paul and it’s just that
      I am the fodder of His handiwork,
      or, more aptly put

      He is the Fodder and I am His handiwork

      or I am His Randywork

  2. Very clever!
    Good eyes! πŸ™‚
    I was hoping there would be a Greek God reversing the whole set up for real.
    But I hope a lot of silly stuff. This was way smarter.
    dooG kroW! πŸ˜‰

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