The old man sat in his bedside chair: it had taken a superhuman effort to get up and dressed for his grandchildren's visit. They loved his stories, the clever ones and the scary ones, but they particularly loved his funny ones. Each was exactly one hundred words long, and each was completely new. He'd never let them down.
But now he was exhausted and aware that he was nearing the end. It was time.
"Go on, Grandpa, another one!" they said again.
He sighed. "Sorry kids, I think I'm storied out this time."
However, I’m finding it hard to keep coming up with new ideas, and I’d rather not post stuff which isn’t up to FFF standard. This story is simply an admission that I need a break. I’m delighted to continue as editor if no one objects, and Comely Bank Publishing will carry on sponsoring FFF. I’ll carry on posting the odd story if an idea comes into my head.
Thanks to all. You guys are great.