PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
Tweaking his tie Brad told himself, “Go get ‘em country boy!”
In the corridor he was hit by a cocktail stink of shit and scent; people addressing company expenses excesses of the night before. He joined others in the lift.
“Christ! How much beer did the big guy sink last night?”
His stomach heaved. “No breakfast, need air.”
The sun beating off windows sizzled a pavement oyster at his feet. He turned too late, the image ingrained; a stench of baked dog turd and fast food restaurant bins stormed his nose.
“Sod the job, I’ll go back to the farm.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Michael Wynn 
Hehe – don’t blame him!
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Thanks Louise
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The description takes you right there… unfortunately!
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Manure doesn’t smell quite the same in the big city, eh? Good reflection.
Cheers!
MG
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Mmm manure,I love the smell of manure. 🙂
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Thanks Clare. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Reminds me of Manchester in a strange sort of way! I am always learning,’pavement oyster’. Great descriptive story.
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I always wanted to write pavement oyster in something, couldn’t resist today. 🙂
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Yes indeed… very descriptive. I could practically smell it (unfortunately!)
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Thanks Dale, I was trying to make it as gut churning as I could.
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A country boy after my own heart – and nose. 😉 😆
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You and me both
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“pavement oyster” – so gruesomely expressive. You did this well, I thought I was there. Now you’ll have to excuse me …
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You made me laugh there Sandra. That name for it has always fascinated me for some reason, I was just waiting for an excuse to use it but I do feel it’s unfair to oysters.
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Can take the man out of the farm, but never take the farm out of the man. lol
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You’re not wrong there. A lot of me in him I think.
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Dear Michael,
So glad I wasn’t eating anything when I read this. Pavement oyster’s a new one on me. Gak. Vivid descriptions.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I was trying to see if I could get that reaction so sorry but not sorry if you see what I mean. George Harrison used pavement oyster in one of his songs, can’t remember which. Thanks Rochelle.
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Once left a good job in the city, for much the same reason. 🙂
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Nice one I’m glad it struck a chord with you. Thanks
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Makes me glad I’m a country mouse for sure.
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Thanks for reading.
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My pleasure.
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Yeugh! I feel sick now. Thanks for that. Which means: great writing. 🙂
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Thanks. I try to get a reaction when I right, sometimes a laugh, sometimes anger, sometimes sadness. This time Yeugh! 🙂
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Hahaha…guess the city put too much of a hurting on him!
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He couldn’t cope. Thanks for reading.
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Oh my, this was too vivid for this early in the morning. 😀 Great description!
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Thanks. I went for revulsion and it seems to have worked 😊
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