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Friday Fictioneers – Something New

October 21, 2015 57 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, which marks Rochelle’s third anniversary as FF host! To celebrate, in a break to usual draliman fare, my story this week is unashamedly a sort of tribute to this landmark. In a sort of analogous way. With the name changed. And the gender. And there’s a bus. But I’m sure you get the idea!

The photo was contributed by Ron Pruitt. Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories.

Copyright Ron Pruitt

Copyright Ron Pruitt

 

Fielding thought back to that sunny afternoon, three years ago almost to the day. His life had been good but change is good too, right? So he’d decided to mix things up a bit, take on something new.

He’d boarded that bus back in 2012, ready to visit new territory, meet the challenge. Since that time he’d seen murder and intrigue, philosophy, comedy, pathos, even horror (though he had to admit he wasn’t so keen on the zombies).

Looking back, he knew he’d made the right decision. He’d done good. Everyone said so, and his new undertaking was thriving. Congratulations, Fielding!

 

Friday Fictioneers – Stakeout

October 15, 2015 65 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also contributed this week’s photo. Click on the blue froggy to see all the other contributions.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

“Nasty night. This is going nowhere. Wait… eight hours and you haven’t taken a leak! What are you, Officer Iron Bladder?”

“Adult nappy!”

“Adult… wait, I don’t wanna know. Christ.”

“Always prepared, Sarge! Look – camera, spare camera, spare batteries, phone charger, spare phone, sat nav…”

“Christ.”

“No sign of this drug deal going down, Sarge.”

“Stupid place for it anyway. Too much foot traffic on Winslade Avenue.”

“Um, Winslade Avenue? Not Street?”

“What are you telling me, Mr ‘Always Prepared’?”

“Well, it’s been fun, right? So, philosophically speaking, we’re right where we need to be!”

“Christ.”

 

Friday Fictioneers – The Weight of the World

October 7, 2015 66 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word photo prompt hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz, and you can read the other stories by clicking on the blue froggy.

I decided not to take such a literal view of the photo this week. If it doesn’t make sense, hopefully my tags will help.

Copyright Ted Strutz

Copyright Ted Strutz

 

Shuddering, he closed his eyes. How could he make this decision? He couldn’t think.

But the People relied on him. They had elected him to make the Big Decisions. His thoughts whirled, spinning, too fast to grasp. He hoped that at any moment the ride might stop and he could get off, but it only span faster.

At last he took a breath and opened his eyes. Before him stood his Chief of Staff and senior General, standing six feet apart, hands on the console. He nodded solemnly. “The word is given. God forgive us.”

As one they turned the keys.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Her Broken Heart

September 30, 2015 77 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s picture was contributed by Marie Gail Stratford.

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

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

 

Sitting slumped at the desk, she looked across at the easy chairs. The one on the left had been his. Empty now. Empty as her broken heart.

He was gone. Gone forever. Her love, her life, her everything.

Wiping a tear from her eye, she grabbed the mouse – his silly, ziggy-zaggy, beautiful mouse (that thought brought a lump to her throat) – and began searching. Chainsaw hire, mini-diggers, concreting and patio services…

If her wonderful, beautiful, perfect Barry and slutty Sally from Accounts Payable enjoyed each other so much, they could bloody well spend eternity in the same hole.

 

Friday Fictioneers – To Any Lengths

September 23, 2015 71 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly flash fiction challenge hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was contributed by The Reclining Gentleman. My genre for this week is “craziness!” :-).

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

Copyright The Reclining Gentleman

Copyright The Reclining Gentleman

 

Jedd increased speed as his pursuer swerved around another vehicle. Terrified, he threw caution to the winds, flooring the accelerator.

Who could want him so badly?

So preoccupied was he that he missed the brake lights ahead. At the last second, screaming, he swerved into the crash barrier. Legs crushed, terrified, helpless, he saw a shadowy figure approach. It rapped on the side window, which promptly shattered. He saw the face of… his dear old mum!

“Sorry about that, dearie. You forgot your packed lunch!” she said brightly, handing him his sandwiches before roaring off again. Jedd began to cry.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Dead End Street

September 16, 2015 76 comments

Here is my story for Fridy Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by David Stewart.

This week I went for “gritty reality”. It’s a bit clunky but it’s good to try something other than “humorous dialogue” once in a while.

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

Copyright David Stewart

Copyright David Stewart

 

Rusted cars line the curb-side, burnt-out shells long abandoned. A starving tabby scrabbles for morsels in the long grass, forgotten by apathetic owners. Half-dressed women stand on the corner promising excitement with dead eyes while their watchers, dressed in leather and gold, control their next fix, their lives. A young man staggers against an ageing fence, his pockmarked face and spider-veined arms mute testimony to his addiction, the infection in his lungs only hastening his demise.

People look but don’t see.

People hear but don’t listen.

People speak but say nothing.

This is life on Dead End Street.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Carpe Diem

September 10, 2015 75 comments

Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly photo challenge hosted by Rochelle. The photograph this week was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.

To view the other stories for this week, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

Copyright Jennifer Pendergast

 

Pete, designated “Team Leader”, read the instructions.

“Row across Doom Lake, navigate the Rapids of Certain Death and finally enter the Canyon of Damnation.”

“Um,” said Charles, “this sounds awfully dangerous.”

“These team-building exercises always sound like that,” chipped in Nancy. “It’s fine!”

“Well,” said Charles, “I don’t like the sound of it. I’m not going.” He watched his workmates sail off before going back to his room. He popped a beer, tripped over his slippers and broke his neck.

The moral of this story? Seize life. Because that bullet with your name on it? You’ll never see it coming.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Flicker

September 3, 2015 67 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was also supplied by our hostess!

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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Samson looked up at the lights in the window and reached for his walkie-talkie.

“They’re flickering, man.”

“But you can’t hear anything?”

“Nope. All quiet.”

“Good.”

“I’m coming down.”

He trudged down to the basement. “I told you we should’a used car batteries,” he grumbled.

“D’ya know how much they cost? It’s an old building. Dodgy electrics. It’ll be fine.” Mason walked over to the table and looked at the man strapped there.

“So, snitch, let’s try this again, shall we? Who’s your contact?”

He twisted a knob and the man screamed, his back arching. Upstairs, the lights flickered.

 

Friday Fictioneers – Poorly Thought Out

August 26, 2015 62 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Fuller.

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Copyright Claire Fuller

Copyright Claire Fuller

 

“So what’s this you’re demonstrating, then?”

“Well, you know how the little bastar… darlings from Class 7B are always tipping the lockers over?”

“Yeeesssss…”

“I’ve retro-fitted them with special bars that automatically slam down to steady them the moment any tipping movement is detected.”

“Riigghttt… one problem I can see…”

“I’ll give them a shove and you’ll see it in action.”

“…is that there’s a busy corridor right behind…”

Shove.

Creak.

Clunk.

SPLAT!

“Yay! The anti-tipping mechanism deployed beautifully.”

“On top of Class 5C.”

“Some sort of pre-deployment alarm system, perhaps?”

“Go away now, please. Somebody call an ambulance!

 

Friday Fictioneers – Bad Things Come in Threes…?

August 20, 2015 50 comments

Here is my rather rushed story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle and with a photo supplied this week by C. E Ayr. Click on the blue froggy for this week’s other stories!

I hate to publish and run, but I’m off to my book club. It’s my turn to bring the biscuits!

Copyright C. E. Ayr

Copyright C. E. Ayr

 

“What’s that picture, Grandpa?”

“Whales, in the sea. That’s to remind us of the days before the particle accelerator accident, when 90% of our seawater drained through to another dimension.”

“Oh. Is that what caused the ruined buildings?”

“No. That was the creatures from the other dimension attacking us because we almost drowned them all.”

“Oh. So why do we still have seas?”

“That was some helpful aliens who delivered water and accidentally drowned 95% of the survivors. But they say bad things come in threes, so we’re safe now.”

“Yay!”

“I’m sure the massive comet currently hurtling towards us will miss.”

“Um. Yay?”