Exquisite Objects

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall


A palace is a palace; therefore, exquisite beautifying objects adorned its space.

For the children, the rule was — Do not play near them.

For the others, the rule was — Do not touch or be close, as to scratch or break, anything.

For a cat, the rule was — Mind its business. So it did.

It skyrocketed towards a rat.

The final blow was deadly. Its sharp claws moved rapidly throwing fire. The rat escaped. Instead a vase accepted its fury. Intoxicated by the blow it danced drunk.  With adjoining friends, it toppled. Pieces rested in peace.

Meeewww! …. cause had sprinted away.


Calling for objects

No, I have never named any of my things. I do have names for my frequent guests like: Lizi for a lizard; Cawcoo for a cockroach; Pijgee for a pigeon. However, a rat remains a rat and so does a honey bee.

I don’t go naming the objects in my house. No, I’ve never done that…ever. So if I’m looking for my blue coffee mug I’ll say, “Where is my blue coffee mug. Where are you, I had kept it here the last time. Come out, show yourself. Where are you hiding?”

Yes, at times I have internal dialogues with myself that is how sane I am. But baptizing the objects in my house is a little too much for my sanity.