January 30, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the dishes. It can be the every-single-day activity, a precious collection, or any other interpretation of dishes as objects or activities. Who is stuck with the dishes and why? Go where the prompt leads!
Dish Of The Day
Little Tittweaking has thrice been invaded by aliens: once, in 693 by thirteen Soporifs who slept the whole time; and twice by the dish people from the porcelain star cluster. The first, in 1324 ended with them attacked by ravenous pottery-eating fungi, after which their spokesperson described events as being ‘spore form’; and the second, in 1954 when the visitors, in retaliation abducted Sue Plate, Little Miss TT 1953 after Little Tittweaking’s Examiner’s described her thusly: ‘Sue Plate is a real dish’. Tensions eased after both sides shared a mushroom-themed supper, with a view to moulding a new relationship.
My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline.
I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy.
I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere.
These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
I have 4 chuckles on a special right now, or perhaps 6 grins for some light praise. I’ll swap a eulogy and some gratuitous fawning for a suite of smiles, too if that is more your thing…
TanGental 
So was the first invasion anything to do with the Beaker People?
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Ah ha. It must have been them!!
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Oh!
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Little Tittweaking has a marvelous history. What happened to the pottery-eating fungi? Did they go into stasis?
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I wouldn’t be surprised. The East Grrman secret police would make a perfect fit.
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🙂 🙂
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Super, as always!
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Other meals are available
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Supper, as always!
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And that is how it was.
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Isn’t that the truth. What amazes me is that beauty pageants are still a thing
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I didn’t realize they were.
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My son is best friends with the son of the owner of Miss World which is huge in China and Asia generally. Not here though.
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I find mushrooms are often calming.
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The ones we found at school had some interesting impacts
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You had them at school?
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I was at school in the New Forest which has some of Britain’s wackiest fungi
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Ah, that’s where I went wrong. I went to school in Bromley.
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Yes a bad move psychotropically speaking
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Thanks for the chuckle. 🙂
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I have 4 chuckles on a special right now, or perhaps 6 grins for some light praise. I’ll swap a eulogy and some gratuitous fawning for a suite of smiles, too if that is more your thing…
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Pretty dishy, saucy and undeniably potty of you!
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All of the above
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Warring pottery. A cracking good story.
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Tectonically plated
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