Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.
I’m too trusting. Gullible some say. I know I’m the butt of jokes. Not in a nasty way, but my friends do enjoy telling me silly things knowing I’ll believe them. I’ve been sent on wild goose chases, and asked to pass on nonsensical messages without realising they're japes.
I recently purchased a sat-nav for my car; I got fed up with asking for directions and being sent round in circles. Guess what, even that’s in on the act.
The other day, it said turn right. So I turned right. 'Turn lef't' said the snooty voice. I turned left. It took me this way and that, and eventually, I found myself deep in a forest. ‘Round the oak tree’ it said. ‘Left at the ant hill'.
To cut a long story short (because I’m reaching the word limit!) I got stuck in the mud and it laughed. I kid you not! I decided to walk.
If you come across an abandoned car amongst the trees can you let me know please? I can’t find it.
Word count 175
The picture prompt at this week's FFfAW is provided by Tim Livingstone.