Pulp Fiction – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  The idea is to write a 100 word story with a beginning, middle and end based on the photo prompt.

Photo copyright: Janet Webb

Wasp nest

Pulp Fiction

(102 words)

“Your place or mine?”  He watched her strip like no female he had ever seen strip before.

“Can’t be mine,” she garbled between mouthfuls.  “My family would kill us.”

“Well,” he paused for effect before delivering his favourite line, “I live alone.”

She immediately stopped stripping, turned her head sideways and stared at him with her massive eyes.


He had her.  “Follow me.”

They took off.  She carelessly dropped her hard-won ball of wood, afraid it would slow her and she would lose him.

He alit upon a small, conspicuously empty comb nestled among glimmering rocks.  She landed beside him.



30 thoughts on “Pulp Fiction – Friday Fictioneers

  1. What an attention-grabbing first line. I like the pacing of this, the back and forth between the two. And I like the menacing undertone to it, of his “delivering his favorite line” and “he had her.”

    • Hi Joe,
      The catch was, she wasn’t actually stripping in the way that one might think, she was stripping wood to make pulp to build the hornet nest. I guess she has a talent for it because she caught his eye!

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