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FF – DocuDrone 4000
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.

Copyright Roger Bultot
“Good, yes, good shot, zoom…”
“This drone is great. This’ll be one hell of a documentary.”
“Yep! Lower… careful, CAREFUL! Okay, that was his carotid artery. What a mess.”
“It’s really hard to control.”
“Watch out… urgh. I hope she wasn’t right-handed.”
“Why are the rotor blades so sharp?”
“Dunno. We got it cheap from military surplus.”
“Zooming in for a headshot. Wonder what this button does?”
Rat-a-tat-a-tat splatter.
“Oh, hell. Headshot is right.”
“What’s the name of this documentary, anyway?”
“Originally, Faces of Art. Now… Murder at the Museum? Bohemian Bloodbath? Thirty to Life, No Parole? Take your pick.”
FF – Not to be Trifled With
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Connie Gayer. After insulting Rochelle’s heirloom last week, I thought I’d leave Russell alone 🙂

Copyright Connie Gayer
“What’ya doin’, Bill?”
“Planting taters!”
“What fer?”
“Uncle Frank say he givin’ me a hun’red dollars fer doin’ it!”
“Wow! A hun’red dollars! You’ll be rich. Where’d he git so much?”
“Stole it off’a Aunt Vera, he tol’ me.”
“Whoa. Scary lady. Not ter be trifled wiv. Don’t you be gittin’ mixed up in it, Bill.”
“C’mon, what she gonna do? I kin buy a new bike, new shoes, everyfink!”
“Yeah, true. An’ it’ll be Uncle Frank she mad at, not you.”
“Hey, wos dis? Somefink’s in da hole!”
“Dig down!”
“Diggin’! Ooh…”
“Wos down dere?”
“Uncle Frank.”
“Well, shit.”
Sharing My World 2018 Week 21
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.

What household chore do you absolutely enjoy doing? (can be indoor or outdoor)
Chore? Enjoy? Do? Does not compute. Does not compute.
I don’t enjoy doing any chores, let alone “absolutely enjoy”.
The second dictionary definition of “chore” is “a tedious but necessary task”. I usually find a way to make chores less “necessary”.
Create a sentence with the words “neon green” and train”.
I like to keep fit, and always train in neon green spandex.
There’s an image your imagination can never unsee bwahahaha.
Other than your mobile phone what can you always be found with?
My wallet. With a phone and money you can usually get out of any unforeseen emergency situation.
FF – Out of Ideas
Here is my “not really a story” for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Rochelle.
I was a bit stumped this week and didn’t have a lot of time.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Okay then, here goes…
“The mists rolled ominously across the moors. Bethwick drew a deep breath, cocked his rifle and strode out into the gloom. Suddenly…”
“Hang on, what’s this?”
“My photo prompt story.”
“You’re supposed to be writing about a weed in an ash tray.”
“Shh, keep it down. That’s probably her prize crystal serving dish.”
“It’s definitely a weed, though.”
“Yeah, I’ll give you that. Okay, ditch the tale of intrigue and murder out on the misty moors. Take two!”
“There once was a weed which lived in an ash… I’m not feeling it. Pub?”
“Yeah.”
FF – Wrath of the Gods
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was submitted by Courtney Wright from an anonymous source.
Heh. I started smiling the instant I saw this and within 5 minutes my story was all typed in. So you can probably guess it’s not one of those “cerebral” ones. You know, like the ones I never write.

Copyright anonymous, submitted by Courtney Wright
“Wow. Sure they’re Chaeron’s boots?”
“Verily. They were still smoking when I arrived.”
“You think Zeus finally zapped him for his blasphemy?”
“Maybe. Wait though, who’s this? Hey, it’s Chaeron!”
“It worked! My teleporter! It worked! It zapped me clear over the other side of the village! Left my boots behind. Needs a little adjustment.”
“Yeah, Chaeron. Sure it did. C’mon, Callinus, let’s go.”
“No, wait, it did work! I am all powerful! More powerful than even feeble Zeus! The gods will tremble…”
Zap! Bang! Fizz!
“What was that flash of light?”
“Dunno. Can you smell barbecue? I smell barbecue.”
Pegman – A Wales by Any Other Name
Here is my post for What Pegman Saw. This week Pegman is in Gwynedd, Wales. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve contributed 😦
The photo I chose is of the Cross Foxes Inn where I stayed a few years ago on a little holiday. My story is more inspired by Wales than in Wales, and I’ve popped a couple of photos at the end which I took while I was there.

Copyright Google
“At last week’s product meeting we tasked Barry to give us all his view on the market in Wales. Barry?”
“Thank you Alyssa. Ahem. Whales. Monsters of the sea. Grand, majestic…”
“Uh, Barry…”
“… blubber for oil, bone for corsets…”
“Barry, stop! Not only are you horribly out of date but we need your product evaluation for Wales, not whales. Next week?”
“Okay, sorry.”
Next week…
“Okay folks, sorry about last week. Barry, if you will?”
“Thank you. Ahem. Wails. Screams. Screeches. The banshee’s call of dooooom. A weapon of awesome power, to monetise as we see fit…”
“BARRY! Wales. The country.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry everyone. Next week, I promise. A fully comprehensive breakdown of product opportunities in Wales. The country.”
Next week…
“Wales. Damn pretty. Hills, rivers, forests. Nothing we can sell them. They have it all. Luvvvvly.”
“Barry? You’re right. And you’re fired.”

A waterfall in Coed y Brenin forest park, Wales


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