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.
This Jolly Beggar 