FF – On the Thoughts of Ghosts

April 26, 2017 76 comments

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

I had no real ideas this week, so fair warning – you need a really weird sense of humour to see anything in this, and even then, it’s likely to be “huh?” It’s a wee bit surreal 🙂

Copyright Liz Young


Typical. With all the “space-saving grave relocations” going on, his coffin had to be on the one plane which blew up mid-air.

His tombstone had landed in a public park. The rest of him was scattered the length and breadth of Wiltshire.

When he’d been alive he’d often needed to be in several places at once. Now he was. It was rubbish.

He supposed he’d better start haunting someone now he was no longer stuck in a coffin.

Or several someones. The length and breadth of Wiltshire.

That tenacious dog playing with his shin-bone could be his first victim.



Sharing My World 2017 Week 16

April 23, 2017 30 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.


When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen?
I use a pen, a standard Bic biro. Cheap, light and chewable. I don’t write much anyway – birthday and Christmas cards, thank you letters and notes at work, that’s all.

Would you rather be an amazing dancer or an amazing singer?
That’s a tricky one to answer as I’m already awesome at both. You should see my feet move when I’m “throwing some shapes” of a weekend. And my singing is second to none (as long as whatever I’m singing along to is loud enough to drown me out).

If you were on a debate team, what subject would you relish debating?
I would debate the merits of debating debates in the debate in the hopes that this would cause a metaphysical spiral of infinity, causing the auditorium to implode so we could all go home early and do the watching of the Netflix.

What are you a “natural” at doing?
I don’t know that I’m really a “natural” at doing anything. I’m quite good at learning things to an “okay” level, though.

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FF – No Pain No Gain

April 19, 2017 68 comments

Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Magaly Guerrero.

Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.

Copyright Magaly Guerrero


“So what’s all this gubbins for, again?”

“The heels are for my night out.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

“The art book reminds me of the suffering endured through the ages for the sake of beauty. Like me in my heels.”


“The red book is a medical reference so I know everything that’s gone wrong with my feet after my night out in my heels.”

“And the little suitcase?”

“Antiseptic, plasters and whatnot. To fix my feet up ready for my next night out. In my heels.”

“I’d switch to flats if I were you.”

“Dad, don’t you know anything? Men!


Sharing My World 2017 Week 15

April 16, 2017 41 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.


Have you ever participated in a distance walking, swimming, running, or biking event? Tell your story.
I have done quite a few marathons.

Netflix marathons.

Ha ha ha.


Name one thing not many people know about you.
No, because then lots of people would know it about me 🙂

What is your favourite flower?
I don’t really have a favourite flower. I have favourite flower colours, my preference being blues and purples. Here are some which pop up in my back garden every Spring.

I don’t know anything about flowers but I’m guessing they’re bluebells since they’re blue and they looks like bells.

Things I want to have in my home (paintings, hot tubs, book cases, big screen TV etc)
I’ve pretty much got everything in my house that I want/need. The TV in the sitting room is already as big as will fit, though it’s not big by today’s standards (42″).

Catching up on last night’s “Casualty”

I have pictures on the walls and as many book cases as I have wall space for.

My house is full!


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FF – Senseless Waste

April 12, 2017 69 comments

Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is from Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale! I have a very clear image in my mind of my two protagonists 🙂

(In case it’s not used where you are, a “copper” is a police office. I guess, thinking about it, that’s where the American word “cop” comes from.)

To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Dale Rogerson


“I can’t believe it, Jenkins.”

“Nor me, Sarge.”

“All my years as a copper, to see this.”

“Frightful, Sarge.”

“In his own home, his own home!”

“His castle, Sarge.”

“Safely locked away from the stinking, all-encompassing evil out there.”

“Evil, Sarge. All-encompassing.”

“What a waste, Jenkins, a stupid, senseless, waste!”

“Senseless, Sarge.”

“His safe haven, away from prying eyes, and he still couldn’t bring himself to eat the whole pizza.”

“Pathetic, Sarge.”

“I’ll be ripping the piss out of him when he gets back from the shops. And Jenkins? No need to call me ‘Sarge’ when we’re off duty.”

“Understood, Sarge.”


Sharing My Toast Week 14

April 9, 2017 41 comments

Cee’s Share Your World is on pause this week as she was ill on question-setting day (I hope you’re feeling better, Cee!). There have been a couple of sets of questions drifting around but I thought that after last week’s small fire you might like to know how I’m getting on with my cheese toastie experiments.

When it comes to things like this, I’ve always been a “to the max” kinda person. Shelf right up the top, grill set to maximum power. That probably contributed to my toasties bursting into flames. So this week, I moved the shelf down to the bottom!


As you can see, a partial success. No flames this time, but still plenty of burnt bits to cut off. The sauce on the top is this one.


The downside is that because the sauce is on the top it touches my lips, which burns quite a lot. This isn’t the sort of sauce you want to get on your lips, your chin, open cuts, anywhere sensitive…

For next week I have a new plan! My grill has two settings – full and half.


I was under the impression that “half” only heated half the grill, like the left or something. In case you only wanted to grill one piece of toast.

Now that I think about it, it sounds a bit mad.

So next week I will try a lower shelf plus half-power. Wish me luck!


FF – The Aspiring Poet

April 5, 2017 69 comments

Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was sent in by Jellico’s Stationhouse.

To read this week’s other entries, click on the blue froggy.


A bicycle, yet not; a shadow, a merest thought of what was once a bicycle; an imagining, if you will, a suspicion of shape, of purpose, not yet formed in the mind of… whom? May we even dare to imagine this being, this shadow, this merest hint…

“Oh, good God, will you ever shut UP!”

“I’m channelling my inner poet.”

“Well, I’ve had enough. I’m off down town. I’m taking my bike.”

“No, wait, my muse, ridden away… hmm…”

Never more to cast the merest hint of shadow, a void where once the thought of a maybe-bicycle enters one’s imaginings…