Dante’s inferno might have, unwittingly, awaited little precocious Eunice, if she had not bothered to ask her brother to look before she leaped…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s hot icy flowery humor.
Flowers for Frosty
“They’re perfect!” Eunice clapped her hands.
“How’d you find them?” Her brother, Ephraim, eyed them cautiously.
“I stumbled upon them.”
“Well, I’m glad you asked me to look.”
“They’ll look great in our snowman’s hands.”
“They certainly will, but…” Ephraim studied the house beyond the flowers.
“But what, Ephraim?”
“I’m glad you showed me them first.”
“They’re Ms. Dante’s prize flowers. They bloom every winter; and if she caught you cutting them, she’d kill you.”
“‘Damn-you Dante’, our school principal?” Eunice’s jaw dropped. “Kill me? She’d expel me, then exterminate me! And do it all slowly, with excruciating pleasure!”