This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt is courtesy of Doug McIlroy. Certainly had me stumped Doug, no idea what the ball represents or the hooped things with chains hanging from them. Looks a bit sinister to me. 🙂 Anyway, this is where it took me.
He’s in the damn’ outhouse again.
Fiddlin’ with his bits an’ pieces, strokin’ his balls, lookin’ at them dirty pictures, I’ll bet.
Just so long’s he don’t get no ideas. I see he’s dug out his ol’ pliers an’ a roll of gaffer tape. Who knows what’s goin’ on in that mind of his’n. Dirty ol’ man. Man his age oughta be past all that. Lord knows I am.
I peeked on that there Facebooks the other week; saw he done put ‘single’ for his status. Dream on, I thought.
It don’t say ‘single’ now though.