Well the painters have gone and I’m finally beginning to feel like Canadian timings are natural again, so that’s another couple of adventures under the belt. Just in time, because it’s Friday Fiction day. Today’s photo brought two ideas (OK, tell it like it is – two puns) to mind. I hope you enjoy them, and the more serious thoughts behind today’s story. I welcome your comments and critique.
She heard their whispers as she passed – she was meant to, she thought. “Have you seen the new girl? Belle? I’d sure like to ring that.”
It was hardly a new joke, or a particularly inspired one, but Belle smiled to herself. Alice, alongside her, was affronted. “Assholes,” she muttered.
“Why? Because they complimented me?”
Alice scoffed. “You’re a victim of their objectification of your sexuality.”
“Or they think I’m hot,” Belle said.
“People died for your freedom, Belle. You should be free to wear whatever you like without being…”
“Admired?” Belle interrupted. “I’d prefer to die for free speech.”