HEALING IN THE BREW - 100 words

 I couldn't make head nor tail of this week's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, so wrote a story from the perspective of a Leprechaun who's been hitting the homebrew! Hope you like it.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin

HEALING IN THE BREW

'It's not a rainbow, you eejit.' Paddy glared at McSpud over his tankard of poitin.

McSpud took a swig from his own tankard. 'I believe you're wrong, Paddy.'

'You've been overdoing the homebrew, m'lad.'

'It's pure cruel you are.' McSpud belched. 'There's healing in this brew.'

'Like feck there is.'

McSpud peered out from their hidey hole. 'Will you look at that. The sun is trying to break it up.' He laced his hands across his rotund tummy, closed his eyes and began to snore.

'Eejit Leprechaun.' Paddy gently pulled McSpud's hat over his face to shield it from the sun.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

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PUNGENT POWER - 100 word story

 I suspect my theme this week will be repeated by other Friday Fictioneers. Hey ho - I'm afraid I can't look at this photo and write about anything else!

PUNGENT POWER

Frantic knocking woke Batty Patty.

Randolph was on her door step, hyperventilating. 'The rumours are true, Patty.'

'You were dreaming, laddie.'

'No! I saw one! Everyone knows you have special powers, Patty. Please help me.'

Patty sighed. 'Here.' She handed him a garlic bulb. 'Crush one clove, add boiling water and drink the infusion. Then thread another clove onto string to hang around your neck. They hate garlic.'

'I can't thank you enough, Patty.'

'Off you go.'

At this rate the whole village was going to turn rather pungent until the scare subsided.

Patty shook her head and smiled.

I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments. 

If you wish to read more Friday Fictioneers stories, you can find them listed HERE

If you'd like to join in the challenge, you'll find all the information posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields 

- her blog is listed on 'My Blog List' on the right hand side of this page.

On a final note - I always attempt to visit the blogs of everyone who comments on mine. If I haven't commented on yours it's either because I haven't been redirected to your blog when I've clicked on your name or because you have a wordpress account that requires me to sign into wordpress first. 

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