FF – Chancer
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Rochelle supplied the photo this week.

“Get Well Soon!”. Humph. Sounded like a command. Maybe if he looked on the back of the balloon it would say “Or Else…”
Anyway, he wasn’t planning on getting well anytime soon. And it was lunch time!
He rang the little bell. Nothing. He rang it again. Then he tried shouting.
“Oy, lunch!”
Still nothing.
Hobbling downstairs (huffing and puffing dramatically) he read the note on the kitchen table.
“I’ve had enough, make your own damn lunch, I’m out with the girls!”
Looked like it was time to “get better”. Three weeks wasn’t bad for an ingrowing toenail, after all.
FF – Unearthed
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Lisa Fox.

The building was overgrown now. Condemned. After only 20 years, cracks had appeared, floors had collapsed
Jens had helped build the place. He felt a little guilty at its early demise – and well he should. It turns out that if you mix too many dead bodies into the concrete, it ruins its structural integrity.
Sighing, he turned to leave. Best to get gone before the excited archaeologists who had descended on the place realised that they had unearthed, not “Marcus Paulinus of the Roman Legion” but “Tommy ‘The Tooth’ Timpson, erstwhile mob accountant”.
The Cartel was gonna be pissed.
FF – Jed’s Extras
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.

Old Jed sat at his fruit-n-veg shack. He loved it. No-one much came by, but it was a quiet life.
A van drew to a halt, throwing up a cloud of dust.
“Alright, mate!”
“Good morning,” answered Jed. “What’ll it be?”
“I’ll have… a punt of strawberries and a bag of potatoes. Oh, and…” the man looked around “… an AR-15 assault rifle.”
“Right y’are,” said Jed, fetching the items.
Sometimes he wondered what people did with the guns he sold, but it wasn’t really his problem. After all, guns didn’t kill people. People killed people.
Usually with his guns.