Friday Fictioneer: The Sniff

“What are these?” Bobby asked.in-the-light

“A collection of bottles,” his aunt said.

“What’s in them?” he asked.

“Nothing you would be interested in,” she said.

But when his aunt wasn’t looking, Bobby opened a slender yellow jar and took a big sniff. “Yuck.” He caped and replaced the bottle.

Later that afternoon, every woman and girl at the park became suddenly overly interested in Bobby.

He concluded that this had to do with something that was in the bottle he’d sniffed. His aunt was right, there was nothing in those bottles a ten-year old boy was interested in.

The End

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.

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15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneer: The Sniff

  1. Not interested yet anyway – give him a few years!

  2. Only something ten-year-old (and other aged) girls are interested in!
    There’s nothing like telling a ten-year-old “nothing you’ll be interested in” to pique their interest 🙂

  3. Heheh, that’s funny. It paints an interesting picture of the aunt, too.

  4. Francesca Smith on said:

    I hope in some way, he retains such an innocence and turns it into self respect. Very good story.

  5. “Nothing you’ll be inerested in” – how like a grown-up. Nice one.

  6. One day he’ll understand – and then he’ll be back for the bottles. Good story.

  7. Can you get me the recipe please?
    Good piece.

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