Sharing My World 2018 Week 18

May 6, 2018 34 comments

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

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Do you use paper money? If so is your money organised sequentially according to denomination?
You have to use paper money in my business. It can’t be traceable. It can’t lead back to you. Paper money. Or Bitcoins.

No, wait, I work in IT. I’m not a mobster. Forget I said anything. IT, got it?

I always make sure I have some paper money in my wallet and change in my pocket. You never know when you might need it. Everything and everyone is NOT set up for a cashless society. Try buying a 99 with hundreds and thousands from the ice cream van using a credit card.

Just a few weeks ago the card readers were down at the petrol station. Fortunately, I had cash to pay with! And yes, it’s organised by denomination (though I usually only have tenners and fivers).

You are comfortable doing nothing? For long stretches of time?
Am I? No, I’m not. Just sitting there, doing nothing at all? I don’t think so.

What is your greatest strength?
Ooh, I don’t have any. Or they’re all equally strong. Or not strong. One of those.

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?
My wild garden has begun to bloom.

It’s not supposed to be a wild garden. I just haven’t done any gardening.

I took this photo a few minutes ago, just before 7am. It’s supposed to reach 20 degrees later on, but right now it’s bloody cold.

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FF – He Seemed Like Such a Nice Man

May 2, 2018 91 comments

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

For some reason a very dark story occurred to me this week, sorry.

Copyright Karen Rawson

 

He glanced behind as his family struggled up the slope, grinning as his youngest fell and slipped into the muddy water. Lashing out he threw his wife against a tree. His eldest ran past and he tripped her, laughing as she tumbled down. He was free, free…!

Jerked suddenly awake, he hears the grating, whining voice of his wife even from inside his shed. The kids are arguing. Again. Plagued in dreams and wakefulness! Something snaps inside, white and red flashes in his brain. He grabs his axe and stalks towards the house.

“… he seemed like such a nice man…”

 

Sharing My World 2018 Week 17

April 29, 2018 21 comments

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

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If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?
Hmm, is chocolate food? I would say “pizzas” but I wouldn’t want any of those shop-bought ones. Maybe an endless supply of Indian takeaways.

List at least five movies or books that cheer you up.
Well, there nothing like a good slaughter-fest to make me laugh. There’s “Planet Terror”, that’s fun. Then “John Wick”. I recently watched “John Wick 2” so I’m adding that to the list. There’s this great bit where he whips his car around and catapults a hoodlum into a reinforced pillar. I laughed so hard I nearly wet myself. “Guardians of the Galaxy” 1 and 2 and “Thor Ragnarok”.

If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?
I wouldn’t see them doing anything as there’s just me and apparently now I’m a mouse. Somebody left the TV on, though.

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FF – Marital Bliss

April 25, 2018 86 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields.

I tried a bit of present tense this week to try to make it seem more “immediate”. Or whatever. I had major issues with the word count, much rewording was required!

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“How about a photo, my darling? Move a bit closer to the edge, it’ll be more dramatic. Look at the view.” A couple more yards, then I’ve got you…

“Of course dearest. It’s lovely!”

She reaches the edge and he charges forward, arms outstretched, face murderous, triumphant. Oblivious, she bends to rummage in her bag. Eyes wide, he trips over her and falls, smashing on the rocks below.

“Oh my. How… unfortunate. And messy. Well, this is more ‘accidental-looking’. It’s so hard to explain a stab wound.“

She places the knife back in her bag, dials the police, and smiles.

 

Pegman – Revelations on Safari

April 22, 2018 50 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we’re going to Botswana. Tell you what, I must have looked at 100 photospheres before I found one that had animals in it. And you can barely see them.

My story has three people but it’s hopefully easy enough to work out who’s speaking.

Copyright Alexandre Suplicy/Google Maps

 

“Dada, what dey giwaffies doin’?”

“They’re having lunch, little one.”

“An’ Dada, what is dey zebwas doin’?”

“They’re, um… oh my. One for you, darling!”

“Of course, my love. The zebras are… getting to know each other, because they love each other very very much. And they’re very very nice.”

“Oh. Then you mus’ be vewy vewy nice too, Mama, ‘cos jus’ last week you was getting’ to know da gardener and da pool man and da pizza dewivewy man an’…”

“Uh, my sweet, what is she saying…?”

“Haha just ignore her my love haha the deluded ravings of a confused child haha such an imagination must get it from your mother haha did she say something I didn’t hear her say anything oh look baby elephants let’s go and see the baby elephants…” (races off with the kids)

“Um. Shit.”

 

Sharing My World 2018 Week 16

April 22, 2018 26 comments

Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World. Short one this week!

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List things or events that changed your life
Well, everything. Almost every single thing I’ve done has changed my life in some way. Every decision has consequences, no matter how small (dum dum DUM).

Complete this sentence: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s…
… a bird on a plane. On a plain. On some grass. Dammit.

What genre of music do you like?
Lots. Pop stuff like Dragonette. Harder stuff like Iron Maiden. Old stuff like Abba. No classical stuff, no rap, no hip hop and no dance though.

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FF – Abduction!

April 18, 2018 84 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Douglas M. MacIlroy and appears to depict some sort of horrific medieval torture cage.

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Jerry huddled, miserable and cold in the cage. The skies were darkening and the cold was seeping into his bones. In the distance he could see the truck that had brought him here. All was quiet.

Hours later and the sun rose, hurting his eyes. He felt panic, terror. His muscles had cramped. He started at a sound, two men approaching. One of them vomited on the grass. The other spoke.

“Jeez, sorry mate. We got pissed and forgot about you! It was only supposed to be twenty minutes.”

“Forgot about me? I’m the bloody groom! Worst stag do ever!”

 


 

 

Note: in case you’re not aware, it’s a traditional jape at a stag do (I believe in America it’s called a “bachelor party”) to “fake kidnap” the groom and (hopefully) deliver him to the party. Sometimes he ends up chained to a lamp post 🙂