Come along and join in with Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.
Rochelle asks that we use the photo prompt © LIsa Fox
and limit our words to 100 or less.
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Note on the players: Dante Bill is an allusion to his namesake from the Inferno; Mark Twain acts as Virgil, his writer-guide through hell. Neither has been consigned there.
Genre: Partial Epic
Word Count: 99
Dante Bill (colorful rapper): Dude, where’s the fire and brimstone? It’s freezing cold here.
Mark Twain (dead white male): Hell’s different from place to place.
What’s with the shrines there?
Shrines? Oh, toilets. That’s for . . . .
Yeah, why the big deal?
They’re the only ones in this area.
That stinks, man! Crowds of woke politicians and their virtue-signaling kool-aid drinkers jumping up and down like yo-yo’s. They could just go in the woods.
Problem is, it’s against the rules. Their punishment is that they have to follow the sign.
Where does it point?
To Satan’s toilet.