I feel as if I’ve been darting in and out of Friday Fictioneers lately, but it’s such fun that I don’t want to miss unless I have to. This week I managed to cook up a little something, so you’ll find my story below Adam Ickes’ interesting picture.
Jump over to Rochelle’s blog to check out the details if you’d like to offer your own 100-word story.
ANTHROPOLOGY 101
My marriage to an anthropologist was educational – and short. Herman insisted we honeymoon on an island he’d studied for years – certain he could convince the cannibalistic natives to help him with his research. I acquiesced.
The ship captain called us fools as he left us on the shore, but Herman insisted he had everything under control.
When the tribe captured us, they bound Herman and carried me to a huge throne. Seems my blond hair was their sign that their goddess had arrived. I’m to be worshiped and given every heart’s desire forever.
Of course, they feasted in celebration of my arrival.
I’ll miss Herman.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Sad, but funny!
I was going for funny, so hopefully that characteristic will overpower anything sad.
Oh dear, Herman, salt and pepper or sauce.. what a thought. 😉
Too bad about Herman.
Hahaha that’s hilarious!
Thank you, Gilly. That’s exactly what I was going for. So glad it worked okay.
Poor, dense Herman. At least his wife will be well cared for! Something she probably would NOT have experienced with an overly zealous anthropologist for a husband….
So true. Thanks for reading.
Haha! Loved the twisted ending. You set it up beautifully. Good read..
Thank you. I appreciate your taking the time to read it and comment.
Oh my. Someone was a little too optimistic. At least he was a man of good taste. 😉
Ooooohhhh, great pun!
What a honeymoon dish ;-)lol!Loved this fun take on the prompt:-)
Thanks a lot for letting me know.
🙂
A beautiful, generous, funny Goddess! Love it! Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Thank you and very best wishes for a joyous Christmas for all of your family as well!
I’m surprised you married him at all!
I’ll have to agree that I would have called it off long before the ceremony. But if she had, I wouldn’t have had a story this week.
I guess that Herman didn’t taste like chicken at least…
No I’m sure he didn’t; his ego was much to big to allow him to chicken out on the exploration.
Poor Herman. Does the writer manage to leave or does she simply enjoy her goddess status forevermore?
I don’t know. We’ll have to wait for the sequel to find out.
Dear Sandra,
This is one of those stories that has me grateful I wasn’t drinking anything when I read the last line. Squirting liquid through the nose is so unladylike. I hope that she’s a natural blonde. Dark roots could present a problem. Guess who’s coming to dinner?
Sorry…I could go on but I’ll spare us all. Too bad we can’t spare Herman. Sorry. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks so much, Rochelle. I think I laughed as hard at your comments as you did at the story.
Herman on a stick, huh? Well it’s the price you pay to be a Goddess! lol
I think “on a stick” is where he belongs.
Yikes! lol
Sandra, this is so much fun! Thanks for writing it.
janet
I agree. Not only the story, but all the remarks have made for fun.
Hey, thanks for letting me know.