F is for Flatulence (yes, I went there)

Fabulous flamencos

Felix fancied Frannie. Frannie's face featured freckles, fringed with fair feathery hair. Felix was Frannie's friend, far from feeling amorous, it felt familial. And Frannie felt Felix was fickle and fairly false. In a feat to impress Frannie, Felix fenced a phantom. Finally she laughed, but then he farted. Fortunately for Felix (he thought), Fiona came in and Felix framed Fiona for the flatulence. Fiona flushed. Frannie was not fooled. In fact Frannie was furious. “False friend!” Frannie took Fiona's hand and led her to a festival with frolicking, feasting and Flamenco dancing. Felix frowned, forsaken, then was forgiven.



[A drabble is a story in exactly 100 words]





In other news, Everybody wants to be an F word.



Philosophy, phoenix, even phonics. Pretty much any word with a PH (silly Greeks). But it does not stop there. There is cough, laugh and rough.