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FF – The Nam
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Susan Eames.

And…. Action!
“Hello, Bruce, we heard from your grandson that you were injured in Vietnam and would love to talk to you for our documentary.”
“Sure thing, cobber. Hurt in The Nam, I was.”
“How did it feel?”
“Bloody painful, mate.”
“Shock, fear?”
“For sure!“
“Do you still suffer?”
“Aches on cold days. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, reliving it, like.”
“I bet.”
“Bad year, 2018.”
“2018?”
“My holiday in Ho Chi Minh City. What we’re talking about! Slipped in the shower. Broke me leg in three places. Five star hotel, too!”
“Bloody hell. Cut!”
FF – Portal to Nowhere
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sarah Potter.

“Hello, Control? I’m through the portal!”
crackle crackle
“I can’t hear you, can you hear me? It’s incredible, but… all black and white! My eyes! My eyes!”
“Greetings, stranger. Do not fear.”
“But… but… my eyes… black and white…”
“That is normal, my friend. You have entered the In-Between.”
“In between… where?”
“Between whence you came and your destination. A mirror world of your own, dark and without colour.”
“Where is the portal? It’s gone!”
“You can never return. But you are most welcome!”
“I am?”
“Of course! We so seldom get fresh meat… I mean a new face haha… here.”
“Ulp.”
FF – Jinks and Simmons in – Crack Down!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
And now on BBC One, popular 70s police drama “Jinks and Simmons”.
(Cue cheesy 70s opening titles)
“Jinks, look at this.”
“Fairy lights?”
“Bastards. Sick, sick bastards. Break it down.”
“POLICE! NOBODY MOVE! You – name!”
“Um, Mr Wilberforce. This is my wife.”
“What’s the date, Mr Wilberforce? THE DATE, MAN!”
“Um, November 13th?”
“CORRECT! November! And what are these?”
“Um, Christmas lights. We, um, love Christmas.”
“Jinks, arrest them for offences contrary to the Misuse of Holidays Act (1697). Too early for fairy lights, Mr Wilberforce! Get these sick bastards out of my sight.”
“Sick, sick bastards.”
(Cue cheesy 70s end credits)
FF – Operation Extreme Prejudice
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle herself.

Sitting in the control room, General B’Asturrd noticed a furtive movement on the CCTV monitor.
“There, d’ya see? A thief, stealing from that little stall! Commence Operation Extreme Prejudice (Beta Trial)!”
“Yessir!”
Bzzzzzzz
The festive wires hanging above the street came alive with electricity. A lightning bolt, sparking with lethal power, struck down. The thief screamed as his eyeballs exploded messily and he fell smoking to the street.
Much the same happened to the stallholders. And the tourists. And an unfortunate cat.
“A success!”
“Um, sir, it was a bit… indiscriminate. All those innocent…”
“Innocent? INNOCENT?… Everybody’s guilty of something.”
FF – Spy Car!
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll (I think).
“Synchronise watches… motion?”
“Motion is go.”
“Audio?”
“Audio is go.”
“Video?”
“Go on video.”
“Stand by mini spy car and… go go go!”
“Careful, steer round those kids… good, through the door, mind the rubbish bin… good, yes, good!”
“Nearly there!”
“Yes, just through this door, and… target acquired! He’s typing the password in! Video?”
“Video is capturing!”
“Excellent!”
“We’ll soon have complete access to the mainframe! All those grades we can change at a whim!”
“No, for £100 per grade. We’ll be rich! Rich!”
What’s this? Some pupil’s toy truck? I’M NOT HAVING IT IN HERE!
SMASH!
“Bollocks.”











