It was a party to end all parties. Loud music. Bodies writhing to the beat, lurching to and fro and they called it dancing. Someone barely heard the pounding on the door at 2am. The music stopped, the lurchers froze and the door was opened.
“Officer. Came to party?”
“Excuse me, sir. We’ve had a few calls complaining about the noise. I’m going to have to ask you to keep it down.”
“Okay. But while you’re here, I need to show you what’s happened in the bathroom.”
Tentatively, the officer followed. At the bathroom door he was asked, “Can pigs fly?”
This is a story in 100 words or fewer (this one happens to be exactly 100) for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields based on the photo above. Click the blue frog to read more stories inspired by this photo!