You say tomato


“That’s what I said dear – Vase.”

“No, vase.”


“No, no… vase.”


“With an “arr”.” Joyce rolled her tongue as she elongated the sound.

Mary-Anne looked at the Union Jack hanging limply outside the window. “Vase,” she replied stoney-faced, “with an “ay”.”

Joyce snorted.

“Come. We can’t miss the coach and it’s a fair walk up the path.” Joyce pulled her coat tight. “Damn this Autumn weather; I should have worn a jumper. I could murder a biscuit and a cuppa. Are you a dunker, Mary-Anne?”

Mary-Anne tried to follow as she quickly checked her bag for her passport.


Here’s a little 100-worder for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Please feel free to comment, critique, like or subscribe for more!

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21 thoughts on “You say tomato

    1. MrBinks says:

      Thanks Rochelle – I may continue doing the read-throughs, I quite enjoy doing them. It’s been a bit of an experiment. I have a nice microphone at home, so perhaps I’ll record them properly rather than through the iphone in future.

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