It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, brought to you by our gracious host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Our photo was provided by Doug MacIlroy. My 100 words comes to you as story. I’ll admit I was stumped by this one. Thanks, Doug, for the difficult challenge.
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Copyright -Douglas M. MacIlroy
He spun the globe multiple times before pinning his pudgy finger, shutting his eyes. Where do we want to go today, he whispered. His wife approached.
“I got it. Our next destination is Antarctica,” he announced. “This has gotta be Carcass Island.” He held his fingertip on the globe, while he typed into his laptop. “Let me just check…”
“Sounds lovely,” she gasped.
“Here,” he thumped the globe into her head, which bounced into her hands.
“You want to see Carcass Island?” She hurled the globe into the concrete and stomped on it, crushing it to flatness. “There. Carcass Island.”
Note: I just happened to stumble across Carcass Island, and I felt inspired. Apparently, it’s part of the Falkland Islands.