What is this? It’s Friday Fictioneers, a fiction writing exercise that I recently discovered here in which a photo is posted each Friday, and participants compose a story of 100 words or less which is inspired by it. I decided to give it a go this week with a story that is very short indeed, but its what came to mind when I saw this photo….
Seven more months, thought Ingeborg, and I should have enough. Then, finally…my own clinic, my own style, my own boss. No longer compelled to suffer fools quietly. And Father will see, I was right all along.
If I can just avoid blowing it on a night out with the girls.