Cold War – Friday Fictioneers, April 2015

Copyright Doug (the Iceman) McIlroy

 

“In my day,” said Sandra, peering at the magazine over Doug’s shoulder, “an arse that size would be considered a deformity.”

“In your day, Sandra, an arse that size would have been concealed beneath a bustle.”

The two care assistants looked up from serving breakfasts.

“I think they’re getting along better, don’t you?”

“The ice is melting, certainly; hard to believe she flushed his dentures away the day he arrived.”

“Or that he sawed the leg off her zimmer frame.”

“They look so much younger now; d’you suppose they’re in love?”

“More like ‘in combat’ actually.”

“Same thing then.”

Starting next week I’ll be on the water for a while, and on a limited and frequently frustrating mobile connection.  I hope to continue to participate, but I might not get round to quite so many submissions as I usually do.  I will, however, endeavour to respond to all who visit and return the courtesy.  Rochelle has a lot on her plate at the moment, so I’m especially grateful for the time she’s devoting to Friday Fictioneers. And special thanks to Doug for a photo prompt that’s bound to generate more than a few snowmen.  🙂