‘But you only saw the damsel and me the host’
‘It’s still mine, damsel brought it for me.
‘You’re only a god unto flies and not their hosts…’
I wrestled with him for a share too but Papa intervened as Solomon unto the women.
He held the lemon to our eyes and lifted his cutlass from its shield.
Papa sliced through a section of the booty to reveal a colony of worms…
‘What a fly could forgo man should not die for’ Papa added as a moral for us.
What do you think of these snaps of dialogue? Was the allusion well delivered? Lemme know, Please!
This is a contribution to Madison Woods’ #FridayFictioneers activity. Other interesting takes on the photo prompt are logged in her blog…Please, hop in for a read.