It wasn’t any one thing but it had dawned on Marjory that she really did not like fish. Dennis told her to stop eating the monkeys’ leftovers and he was right. It was just that she liked it. The taste, the texture, the lack of frigging bones. She knew when it started, this infatuation with their food: the sourdough loaf she’d found floating near Pier 39 last August. After that it was the burger, the chicken pieces, the nachos. All came and went in a trice. To begin with the others teased her, told her she’d get skinny and grow hair like the monkeys had. But then the joshing turned to complaints. The boy who’d thrown her his Big Mac Meal Deal that had covered Mr Webby in red sauce (was that the best slime ever, though?). The embarrassment of not begin able to finish the King Prawn supper Dennis had caught, after she’d spent the afternoon on candy-floss and pizza. And then the pain; her first toothache when she’d kept everyone awake with her moaning. And now this, the uncontrollable flatulence. When Dennis told her she stank, it was even more painful that her decayed tusk. It did explain one thing. Marjory had always wondered why the monkeys walked so fast, always on the move. If they were constantly trailing the same foetid air that she was releasing by the balloon full it was no wonder they needed to stay a pace ahead. As Marjory rested her head on her flippers and eyed Dennis nuzzling that blubbery tart Priscilla, all cutesy brown eyes and curly whiskers, she resolved to change. Tomorrow it would be Cod. And no chips.
I was nominated to take part in this photo challenge by Ali Issac, who takes the most beautiful images and always has a story to tell about them. I would like to nominate Rowena at BeyondtheFlow, to take up this photo challenge baton.
The rules of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge are:
1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive days.
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. This is fun, not a command performance!