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FF – Charred Yet United
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was provided by Karuna.
We have an election coming up in the UK next week, and I urge you guys to give this bunch a chance!
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Copyright Karuna
“My fur, my lovely fur, gone, gone…”
“This will not do!”
“Maybe it was an accident, Furry?”
“So little Tommy accidentally siphoned petrol out of his dad’s car, inadvertently doused us with it and then carelessly dropped a match on us? No, Cuddly.”
“What about me? My head’s all twisted backwards!”
“Indeed, Dolly. Shocking! We must take action.”
“Yeah!” broke in Cuddly. “Maim, kill, destroy!”
“No, we stand for government. We have one direction, united!”
Vote for justice for our cuddly friends. Vote Stuffed Toys – One Direction!
“Isn’t that a pop group?”
“Hush, Dolly.”
“Doesn’t that shorten to ‘STOneD’?”
“Hush, Dolly.”
FF – Curse of the Housesitter
Here is my little story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.
After struggling the last few weeks, I had this story written within 15 minutes of seeing the photo. Doesn’t mean it’s any good, though 🙂
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Copyright J Hardy Carroll
“Aagh! My flat! What’ve you done to my lovely home?”
“I’ve converted it.”
“Into what? A war zone? I was only away three days…”
“It’s for my art. It’s ‘Trash Chic’.”
“That isn’t a thing.”
“But it will be! Please, take a seat…”
“Aargh!”
“… not there, and take in your surroundings…”
“My ass, my ass, something stabbed me in the ass!”
“I call that piece ‘needle couch’.”
“My couch, my beautiful couch… what have you done to the bathroom?”
“Ah yes, ‘Druggie’s Toilet’. A masterpiece.”
“Oh yeah?”
Heave. Smash. Aaaargh! Thump.
“Well, I call this piece ‘Murder Window, Splattered Pavement’.”
FF – Simple Food for Complicated People
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is from Roger Bultot.
When I saw this cafe scene I couldn’t get the last one out of my head (from Christmas) – “A Pie They Died For” – in which I murdered a whole bunch of people and ate them. That picture was by Roger as well. I wonder if this is the inside of the same cafe?
Well, I couldn’t do that again so I did something different. To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Roger Bultot
“Welcome to Just Burgers, how may I help you?”
“Hmm, I’d like cucumber with soft cheese on black bread with a side of avocado, please.”
“What is it about ‘Just Burgers’ you don’t understand?”
“Well, really!”
“You know how in films there’s a bloke in the kitchen with a meat cleaver for difficult customers?”
“Yeees…”
“Well, we don’t have one of those. Or cucumbers. Only dead cows in buns. Get out. Next!”
“Hi, phew, some people, eh?”
“For sure. What can I get you?”
“I’d like goat’s cheese on rye with iceberg lettuce and a side of sashimi, please.”
“Aaargh!”
FF – The Bigger Sin
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Rochelle as well. I hope it wasn’t her car 😦
(Just in case non-Brits are not aware, a shopping “trolley” is called a “cart” in the US.)
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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“I’m waiting, Son.”
“Well, Dad, I went grocery shopping, see, and someone crashed into it with their trolley.”
“So, someone rammed their trolley into the car at… what? 50, 60 miles per hour?”
“That’s about the size of it, Dad.”
“The Hulk, was it? And this isn’t you on the camera sneaking out at 11pm?”
“Hmm, looks like me but isn’t. Weird.”
“Son…?”
“Okay, I snuck out on a date with Suzy and had a ding.”
“Cheerleader Suzy? Straight-A-student Suzy? Hot Suzy?”
“Yep!”
“Woo, nice one, Son! High five!”
High five slap.
“But you’re grounded for lying. ‘Til you’re 50.”
FF – Their Future in Our Hands
Here is my quirky not-really-a-story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from Fictioneers stalwart Sandra Crook.
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Copyright Sandra Crook
Picture the scene. A sleepy English village. Ignore the French flag. The French flag is unimportant. This is a sleepy English village.
Concentrate instead on the loving couple, hand in hand, oblivious to anything but each other.
But what’s this? Suddenly a hundred Friday Fictioneererers Fictioneerrers Fiction Writers appear!
Maybe our couple will wander safely home for tea and crumpets. Maybe they will become innocent bystanders of a drive-by shooting. Or imagine, if you will, hordes of undead boiling forth to feast on their flesh.
We don’t know. We just don’t know.
Their future is in OUR hands.
Don’t cock it up.











