Three fifty-worder fics this week, sent to you from Norfolk where I have been on a family holiday – thirteen of us in a Georgian house complete with pantry, two foot thick walls, secret staircases and a row of little bells to call the (imaginary) servants.
The bells had no connecting ropes to pull on from distant rooms. I was unable to summon a refreshing drink on a tray and unable also to come down to dinner to the sound of a butler dinging a gong. All the same, it was a pretty awesome house.
Like all Norfolk houses * it was faced with flints. I have now become obsessed with flinted houses and long for one of my own some day.
Anyway, stories. There’s one more about the monsters here – a revelation.
This one was inspired by seeing the many giant ice cream cones in our travels around the Norfolk coast. It seems you can’t open a cafe without attaching a few of these four foot artificial foodstuffs to your frontage.
Finally this was inspired by a prompt this morning. I’m in several writing prompt groups and it’s a great way to warm up your brain, especially if it’s already raring to go having been dipping in and out of Pixel Juice by Jeff Noon.
All pictures are from Pixabay, except the disturbing one of the hotdog eating itself. i took that, in a village in Wales. Shudder.
Also published on Medium.