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FF – Not a Story
Here is my (not a) story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
Inspiration did not strike this week 😦
A street. A perfectly ordinary street. Somewhere foreign – those numberplates are far too small to be UK.
Pretty much nothing is happening. A story about nothing happening? Tricky, that.
There’s an air con unit top left. Could be an alien spider robot. But to what end? Haven’t we done that before?
Maybe that skyscraper in the distance. Maybe it has a viewing platform. And every so often that big spike shoots up and impales a tourist. That could work.
“Hey Mike, take a selfie…”
WHOOMP! Aaaargh!
“Oh, hell. Mike.”
I don’t think it has legs.
I’ll try again next week.
FF – Neat and Tidy
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
“There we go. Ta-da!”
“Hmm, very neat and tidy. Not very safe-looking, though. Propped up like that.”
“Rubbish, it’s fine.”
“Look, your mum’s at the window.”
Creeeeak
“Boys, you’ve been working very hard! Do you fancy a snack? I can whip up…”
CRAAAAASH! Aaaargh!
“Oh, God, nooooooo! Why, God, whyyyyyy? Now we’re gonna have to make our own snacks.”
“Well, shit.”
“Bollocks to that. Pub?”
“Yep. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Grooooan…
FF – A Beautiful View
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Dave and little Maggie walked up on deck and looked out over the impressive vista before them.
“Oh, Daddy, isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is, Maggie.”
“I wish Mummy was here to see it.”
“Me too.”
Mummy had been held up. She’d missed the boat. Dave and Maggie’s home, since the waters rose. Maggie had been only six months then.
“Those are trees, aren’t they, Daddy?”
“That’s right, Maggie.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I heard some of the others talking. Why are they calling this place the ‘Sahara Desert’?”
“That’s a story for another time. Come on, let’s go back below.”
FF – Back Down to Earth
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.

“Look, dear, Billy’s done some artwork! I’m in it! I am at the centre of everything. The intersection of the Venn Diagram. I am his beginning and his end. I am the centre of his universe. I AM HIS GOD!”
“That’s all very nice, darling, but Billy’s only four years old. I’m not entirely sure that’s what he’s trying to say.”
“Hey, Billy, come and explain your artwork to me!”
“Well, Daddy, the yewow dinasouwus is gonna eat you, and you is vewy scared and you has done a little poo poo.”
“Humph.”
“Don’t worry, darling, you’re still the centre of my universe.”
FF – Alien Attack!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Douglas M MacIlroy.
Looking at the title of the photo, I think this was taken at an observatory.
“What did the general say?”
“Not much, but I could hear shouting in the background. They’ve locked in the coordinates we got from our telescope. The military has been scrambled. Missiles have been launched at the unknown object we reported.”
“That’s not so good, then.”
“And I gather from all the screaming, Russia and China think we’re about to attack them and have mobilised their own militaries.”
“So when do we tell him that what we saw was the result of a seagull crapping on the lens?”
“Maybe we’ll leave it for a bit. They sounded very busy. Pint?”
“Yep.”














