Stacy looked out back and started. Marv crouched there in underpants, chisel in hand, carefully working the huge chunk of wood, making… something?
“Marv? Marv, what are you carving?” Stacy called from the now open rear door. “Come in Marv, you’ll catch cold.”
Marv kept working, ignoring the cold as he ignored his wife. He had no answer. The voices hadn’t said what it was.
“Get in here before the neighbors see!”
“Finish!” the voices screamed. “Finish!”
Marv worked frantically, obeying the voices. Stacy’s cries blew away like wind, drowned by the voices. Only the voices mattered.
“Finish, finish, finish.”
This was a tough one! I looked this at the prompt this morning, hoping an to turn ideas over in my head all day. There were no ideas though. Not until I sat to write it, anyway. After drawing a blank all day, the idea was there!
I hope you liked my little story this week!
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.