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FF – See No Evil

July 17, 2019 18 comments

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

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I’m off to the cinema this evening to see Spiderman, hence the early posting of my story. I thought I’d use some of my lunch break to write this, rather than rush this evening 🙂

Copyright Roger Bultot

 

See no evil.

That was the central tenet. Nobody wanted to know. Nobody cared. It was the law. THEY enforced it.

When Samuel saw thugs beating up a boy, he couldn’t look the other way.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t. But he did it anyway. He shouted at them.

They abandoned their attack and fled.

Maybe he would be lucky? Maybe THEY hadn’t noticed?

A creaking disabused him. The hands on the Watcher opened. It looked at him.

He headed home. Maybe he would have time to say goodbye to his wife before THEY came for him.

 

FF – Where are they Now Part 1 – Jack

July 10, 2019 63 comments

Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Well, I only remembered about this a little wee while ago as I was very busy at work. Now I’m out babysitting!

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Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Jack, of beanstalk fame, was living the high life. A giant here, an ogre there. Easy. It went to his head. It made him careless.

“Wow! Look at that great artwork!”

He admired the sculpture. He took pictures. He didn’t pay attention.

Fee fi fo fum, I smell a charging point, here I come! Fo fum fi fee, a quick bit of charge and then I’m free!

The giant’s giant electric car, silent in its approach, squished Jack into the pavement. The giant plugged in, absent-mindedly wiping some of Jack off his shoe.

From mighty giant killer to pavement art. Poor Jack 😦

 

FF – Eggs to Die For

July 3, 2019 61 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J. Hardy Carroll.

Oh boy, I had trouble with this one. I’m very literal and all I could see was that huge American flag. I finally, after several attempts, managed a sort of a story which had no politics in!

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Copyright J. Hardy Carroll

 

Marco walked towards the counter, slipping slightly on the slick floor, almost tripping over the body of the waitress. He threw three dollars onto the counter. One fell off, landing in the bloody remains of the cook.

“Keep the change.”

It was a shame. If his eggs and bacon had been even remotely edible, no-one would have had to have died. This would cause an uproar. He’d have to reset. Damn 21st century humans.

He put the gun in his mouth, pulled the trigger, felt the psychic transfer and woke up 300 miles away in another diner, another body.

“Waitress, eggs and bacon.”

 

FF – We’d Like to See a Show!

June 26, 2019 68 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

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Copyright Ted Strutz

 

“Next!”

“Good morning! We’d like to see a show.”

“Huh?”

“Cats?”

“Whaa?”

“Starlight Express?”

“?”

“Evita, perhaps?”

“?”

“Oliver? West Side Story? Beauty and the Beast?”

“Ain’t got none a’ those.”

“Okay, so what do you have?”

“Big boxes. Medium boxes. Small boxes.”

“Boxes.”

“It’s right there, above the door. Box. Office. An office. For boxes.”

“But, um, that’s not what… are you taking the piss?”

“Do you want a box or not?”

“Hell. Give me a medium.”

“Do you want it boxed up?”

“Jesus.”

“Next!”

 

FF – There’s Always a Catch

June 19, 2019 77 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week she also provided the photo! Click Mr Frog for the linkup.

 

Sam smiled. An airport without aircraft! Who would have thought? No-one, certainly, before the arrival of the N’Gak’Na three years ago.

Hailing from a distant galaxy, they had asked for nothing, yet gave so much. Suspicion waned as poverty and starvation were eliminated. In fact, everyone was getting quite plump!

Entering the transfer pod, Sam closed his eyes and waited. The UK to Australia in two seconds! The pod whirred.

Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on a table, surrounded by a N’Gak’Na family holding cutlery, their mandibles watering. A carving knife descended.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even scream.

 

FF – Musings of the Cutlery

June 12, 2019 77 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Valerie J. Barrett.

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Ah, to see the light of day! The old house restored and open to the public!

I pressed the Sunday best, you heated Madam’s beverages.

And I stirred that beverage. Halcyon days!

What’s all that white crap?

That’s a mark of my venerable age. Why are you spraying out your spout?

I’m excited, okay? Big day!

Shh, here come the visitors. Oh, for them to see us in all our beautiful glory, paragons of a bygone age!

“Wow, look at all this useless old shit. Let’s try the next room.”

Well, that took us down a peg or two and no mistake.

Philistines.

 

FF – Fate Happens

June 5, 2019 63 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

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Copyright C.E. Ayr

 

“No! No way!”

“Whatever is the matter, my dear?”

“It has a balcony! Read the news, woman! English tourists are forever plunging to their deaths off balconies. And that aircon unit! In every American film I’ve ever seen someone’s been crushed by a falling aircon unit.”

“Maybe you’ve been watching the wrong…”

“You go inside. I’m nobody’s fool. I’m going for a swim in the pool.”

Funny, but in every film I’ve ever seen…

GERRRONIMOOOO!

… the injury’s because some idiot doesn’t check…

SPLAT! ARRRRGHHH…

… there’s water in the pool before jumping in. I hope our holiday insurance covers gross stupidity…