F is for Fun

Earlier today I began thinking about which 'f' word I wanted to choose.

Fabulous, I thought, and I was fuelled into a furiously frisky frenzy. So many flipping fantastic words flying around inside my noddle.

After frittering away fifty minutes frequenting my dictionary, I became frightened this activity would simply leave me a fraught, frustrated and fruitless figure.  I felt I had come to a full stop and considered fetching my friend, Helen Baggott, who is the judge for the free-entry Full Stop competition
http://erewashwriterscompetition.weebly.com/2013-full-stop-short-story-competition---helen-baggott.html

Then I remembered it was Friday.  Helen would be at the fish and chip shop where she chats up the fella with the frier in his fingers.

It was then I realised fear was holding me back from making a decision.

I chose freedom by forcing myself to face up to it. 

I'd had fun in making a selection but once the final countdown had begun, that was it.

Finito.


What would you usually be doing on a Friday if you weren't busy with the A-Z challenge?