The Bearded One sat at his Mac, sleep still clinging desperately to the corners of his eyes. The thought of conjuring up a world beyond the ordinary, a world where the everyday folk were cutlery, was dancing around his mind.
The Bearded One hesitated. Surely everyone would see the Fork People reference. No, no, this wouldn’t do. He had to be original.
Through a gap in a drawer from the corner of the room, Jeremy and Simon nervously watched on. Their shiny, stainless steel bodies clanking together as they clambered atop a pile of teaspoons, eager for a better view.
This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Sometimes over 120 people taking part.