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FF – Dedication to Duty
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Russell Gayer.
I couldn’t really think of a story but I didn’t want to miss a week.

“Send in the report, Haversham.”
“But there’s nothing to report, Sarge. Can’t we go home?”
“We were told to conduct surveillance on this area, Haversham. That’s what we’ll do.”
“It seems like we’ve been here forever. I’m sure there used to be more cars and people and less forest outside when we started.”
“Ours not to reason why.”
“I never used to be this old. And look at Ken. He’s all skin and bone. Well, mostly bone. I think they’ve forgotten we’re here.”
“We do our duty, Haversham. We’ve got movement. ‘Squirrel in tree 90 metres north of location.’ Note it down, man, note it down!”
FF – One to Doomsday
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.

It happened overnight.
There was no wind. No storm. No vandalism.
Two of the three trees simply fell down. Ripped out by the roots.
Once upon a time (as all good fairy tales begin) they called these ‘The Peace Trees’.
‘As long as the three stand, the future is assured,’ so the story goes. Or words to that effect.
Two down, one to go.
One minute to doomsday?
But the old stories are gone and no-one even suspects. Except maybe old Granny Wilkins. She has “the sight”, they say.
But no-one ever believes her.
Until it’s too late.
FF – Cabin of DEATH!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Alicia Jamtaas.
“Welcome back to ‘Forest Cabins of Horror’. It’s quiet… too quiet? What will we find? A strangled hobo? A mutilated college student? The castrated corpse of a cheating husband? Let’s open the door…”
Creeeeak
“…and we find… nothing! It’s empty. Well, this is a real ratings killer. Fred, come here!”
“Coming, Bob, what do you need? What are you doing with that knife? No… no… aaaargh!”
“Jeez, Bob, you killed him! You… bleurgh!”
“Jeff, stop vomiting and pick up the camera. Action! …and inside we find the fresh body of a young male. He appears to have been stabbed only moments ago…”
FF – Not the Best Idea
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson. The image is copyright Dale Rogerson – for some reason it’s not letting me add a caption 😦
“We’re here to speak with local business owner, Jimmy Nutjob. Mr Nutjob, tell us about this huge sphere.”
“It generates the electricity for my snack stall.”
“Why so big?”
“It’s the smallest size it comes in, according to ‘Nuclear R Us’.”
“Nuclear? Is that cost-effective?”
“Well… it generates six million times more electricity that I need. And it cost two billion pounds. Not sure how I’ll ever pay off the loan, to be honest.”
“And that red flashing light?”
“Dunno, never read the manual. One sec… ‘meltdown imminent, evacuate area’. What’s that mean? Hello? Hello? Hey, come back, we’re not finished!”
Bang
FF – Substandard
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Liz Young.
“Gears to neutral, handbrake on, engine off, and… we’ve arrived!”
“Jesus.”
“So… did I pass?”
“Did you pass?”
“Uh-huh.”
“No. No, you didn’t pass.”
“Aw, man! That’s the seventeenth time I’ve failed. What was it? Was it the roundabout? I should have waited, right? It was the roundabout, wasn’t it?”
“No. It wasn’t the roundabout.”
“The junction, then. I was a bit late with the indicators. Was it the junction?”
“No. It wasn’t the junction.”
“So what was it then?”
“The wall.”
“The wall? What wall?”
“And your eyesight, apparently. This wall. Right here. Good day.”












