FF – Lost Religion
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
I can’t help thinking that this might be the same crowd which was hoping to worship a shoe lace a couple of weeks back…

âAll hail the Sacred Scarecrow! We, your humble servants worship you! As did our ancestors!â
All hail! Worship you! Ancestors!
âThe All Powerful! The All Knowing! God of all!â
The All⌠wait a sec, Bert, thereâs a crow on the Sacred Scarecrow!
âWhat? Arse. Um. Ahem⌠the Sacred Scarecrow has betrayed us!â
Betrayed us!
âBurn the Sacred Scarecrow!â
Burn it! Burn it! And sacrifice Bert for leading us astray!
âBurn it, bring forth the Sacred Matches and⌠wait, what? No, noâŚ!â
WHOOMP!
âAaargghhhh!â
Shame about Bert.
Yep.
Pub?
Yep.
FF – All the Fun of the Fair
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
Drake looked across at the amusement park as he sipped his pint. People roaming, playing the coconuts, visiting the fortune teller⌠riding the roller coaster.
He would never ride one. Not his kind of thrill. Far too dangerous.
Anything could happen.
He listened to their screams, screams which could change from exhilarated excitement to terror in an instant. At the push of a button.
His finger hovered over the remoteâs trigger⌠trembled⌠and relaxed.
Not today. He got his thrills holding peopleâs lives in his palm. Life⌠or death. Shame for it to end too soon. Later perhaps. Maybe tomorrowâŚ
FF – Not a Holy Relic
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.
âLook, Brother!â
âYes, the sign of Infinity!â
âThere is no beginning. There is no end. All things are eternal.â
âWe are one with the Universe, and the Universe is one with us.â
âIt is a sign, Brother!â
âYes, a sign! We are indeed blessed!â
âBlessed!â
There it is, Baz!
Yeah, I see it. Excuse me, gentsâŚâ
âWait, touch not the Holy Relic, mortal!â
Um. Itâs my shoelace.
âYour shoelace?â
Yep.
âSo⌠we couldnât encase it in holy amber? The centrepiece of our religion, to worship for time unending?â
Not really. I need it to keep my shoe on.
âArse.â
âBugg’rit.â
FF – The Nam
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Susan Eames.

AndâŚ. Action!
âHello, Bruce, we heard from your grandson that you were injured in Vietnam and would love to talk to you for our documentary.â
âSure thing, cobber. Hurt in The Nam, I was.â
âHow did it feel?â
âBloody painful, mate.â
âShock, fear?â
âFor sure!â
âDo you still suffer?â
âAches on cold days. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, reliving it, like.â
âI bet.â
âBad year, 2018.â
â2018?â
âMy holiday in Ho Chi Minh City. What weâre talking about! Slipped in the shower. Broke me leg in three places. Five star hotel, too!â
âBloody hell. Cut!â
FF – Portal to Nowhere
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sarah Potter.

âHello, Control? Iâm through the portal!â
crackle crackle
âI canât hear you, can you hear me? Itâs incredible, but⌠all black and white! My eyes! My eyes!â
âGreetings, stranger. Do not fear.â
âBut⌠but⌠my eyes⌠black and whiteâŚâ
âThat is normal, my friend. You have entered the In-Between.â
âIn between⌠where?â
âBetween whence you came and your destination. A mirror world of your own, dark and without colour.â
âWhere is the portal? Itâs gone!â
âYou can never return. But you are most welcome!â
âI am?â
âOf course! We so seldom get fresh meat⌠I mean a new face haha⌠here.â
âUlp.â