Flash Fiction #17
Victor was fuming, the little brat had done it again. Isobelle’s daughter was worse than any of the boys he had grown up with, but Isobelle was his employer, so he could do nothing but fume.
Rotten child, her pranks were out of hand in his opinion.
First had been the peppers strung like holiday lights, then the herbs turned into centerpieces on all the tables, all his ingredients moved about in the pantry and this latest one – Sacre Bleu!
She has hung his onions and garlic about like they were decorations!
How was he to get his job done…
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and try out using her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.