Going Native

Happy Friday Readers! We’ve made it through the week, and now it is time for Friday Fictioneers! Time for writers all over the world to answer Rochelle’s prompt with a 100 word story. Enjoy!

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Going Native

“Thanks,” said Weylin taking the square cardboard box and handing the pizza delivery boy money. He didn’t wait to sit at the table before stuffing a piece of the hot, greasy concoction into his mouth.

“I don’t know how you consume such disgusting sludge.”

“It’s delicious.”

“It’s foul. Even with my dulled senses in this wretched mortal body my nose is offended.”

“With you something’s always offended, Gavren.”

“You’ve gone native,” Gavren sneered.

“We don’t know if or when the portal to Faerie will open again. I’m making the most of it. You should too.”

Gavren’s lip curled in reply.


23 thoughts on “Going Native

  1. Great contrast between the imagined mystical fairy land (where apparently the pizzas aren’t greasy) and them being stuck in this crowded dirty city. Going native — nice touch.

  2. I would totally read the rest of this book. Gavren sounds like quite the character! Who doesn’t like greasy pizza!? 😀

    1. Awesome! Then I might just have to finish the rest of their adventure. Exactly! Weylin might be able to bring him around eventually, but Gavren is pretty stubborn when he wants to be. Thanks for reading!

  3. Well, he picked a great way to go native. No messing around. Let’s just get to the good stuff already and eat some pizza. Clever take on the prompt, Tiff. I love the names you used.

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