Mother always said I would lose my head if it weren’t screwed on so tight.
It was a killer night. I don’t know what I was thinking, or to be honest what I was drinking.
Must have been legless, ha ha. Off my head!
I have a fuzzy memory of a game of strip poker and I think I may have lost a hand or two.
God, I feel fragile. If I could just pull myself together. Oh my aching head.
Hang on, something doesn’t feel right. Not right at all.
Oh my God!
I’ve been unmanned!
Every week I wait with bated breath to see what Rochelle has in store for us on Friday Fictioneers. I loved this image even though I had to fight down my Doctor Who inspired fear of killer mannequins.
Now have a look what the image inspired other people to write.
Jed’s Playhouse – A Broken Man
Kindred Spirit – Statue of Limitations
The Imaginator – The Marshalls