Friday Fictioneers: The Tell-Tale….Something

PHOTO PROMPT  Copyright -Mary Shipman

Copyright -Mary Shipman

Like the scent of some long-forgotten secret, the sound haunted Rodney’s dreams. When he woke, he could still hear it, even louder and more insistent. Thump-thump. Rodney went to the hidden compartment in the wall, stripping back the wallpaper.

The tiny man wore a black top hat, a green suit and black shoes with gold buckles.

“Ready to give it over?” Rodney asked.

“You moron!” the little man squeaked. “It’s a pot of gold. Gold!”

His roommate Jim appeared at the door while Rodney was re-gluing the wallpaper.

“Any luck?” Jim asked.

“No, man. Freaking leprechauns.”

“Freaking leprechauns,” Jim agreed.


My response to the prompt at Friday Fictioneers, in which every week we get together and write 100 word responses to a prompt. Some of us are a little crazier than others.

13 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Tell-Tale….Something

    1. Thanks! Me too as I was writing it. My neighbors probably thinking I’m losing it! I like to think Poe is rolling over in his grave…but with mirth not anger. o.O

  1. Ha ha ha. Freaking Leprechauns. Ha ha ha. That pot of gold would be so heavy. The guys will have to wait it out. I loved it. Very original and funny. Lucy

  2. Anne, Good and humorous story. πŸ˜€ I’ve read that leprechauns don’t give up their gold easily and are very tricky. The guys better be careful. Well written. πŸ™‚ —Susan

  3. Dear Anne, I sent a message to the atmosphere. I really liked your story but couldn’t figure out where to comment. Now I know. Good job! Thanks, Nan πŸ™‚

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