The following is written for Friday Fictioneers . and my 100-word story is based on the following photo prompt.
“Look at these bunch of losers, will you Jan? All sitting there waiting on me to tell them some bullshit I just made up and heal them from whatever their problem is .”
“ I pray that the sickness will be gone “, he quipped in the annoying, nasal voice of John Reynolds, prophet and healer.
“John, shush. We’re live.“
At those words, John Reynolds fell over.
“Go to commercial, “Jan said urgently into her mic.
“John? Talk to me. Are you ok? John?
Jan was frantic and muttered to herself that he had it coming because God didn’t like vegans. Or televangelists, it seemed.