FF – Live by the Country
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Fuller.

“I’m not sure I trust this place, darling.”
“Well, we need a new tyre… hello, sir!”
“Aye.”
“We need a new tyre, please.”
“Aye. ‘Ere.”
“We need one with tread on it!”
“Aaarrrrr, ye city folks, always want’n somethin’. ‘Ere.”
“Um…”
“What? You want me ‘t fit it fer yer too?”
“Yes, obviously!”
“Aaarrrrr, ye city folks…”
“How much?”
“Three cows an’ a bushel o’ corn.”
“What? What? I’ll show you… um…”
“Aaarrrrr, no, darn city folks, you hold a pitchfork like this, see?”
“Ah yes, thanks.”
stab stab stab
“Darling!”
“What? Live by the country, die by the country.”
vroooooom!
FF – Newly Elected
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Lisa Fox.
There’s some allusion to recent “sleaze-related” issues in the UK government, but I’ve written “MP” and “PM” longhand to help my non-UK readers (thus going slightly over the word limit in the process).
“Mr Fortingham-Smythe, new Member of Parliament for Little Umptingham – what are your plans?”
“I’m going to shit all over the electorate.”
“What? Um, please, watch your language, sir. This is the BBC, after all!”
“Humph.”
“Not the answer I was expecting…?”
“Now that I’m safely elected, I’m planning on indolence, debauchery and a bit of general non-specific corruption. Fill my pockets, so to speak.”
“But… but…”
“And the best bit is, if I’m caught the Prime Minister will simply change the rules!”
“Um, yes, but…”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sit upstairs and wait for a scruffy voter to arrive.”
FF – Not a Story
Here is my (not a) story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
Inspiration did not strike this week 😦
A street. A perfectly ordinary street. Somewhere foreign – those numberplates are far too small to be UK.
Pretty much nothing is happening. A story about nothing happening? Tricky, that.
There’s an air con unit top left. Could be an alien spider robot. But to what end? Haven’t we done that before?
Maybe that skyscraper in the distance. Maybe it has a viewing platform. And every so often that big spike shoots up and impales a tourist. That could work.
“Hey Mike, take a selfie…”
WHOOMP! Aaaargh!
“Oh, hell. Mike.”
I don’t think it has legs.
I’ll try again next week.
FF – Neat and Tidy
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
“There we go. Ta-da!”
“Hmm, very neat and tidy. Not very safe-looking, though. Propped up like that.”
“Rubbish, it’s fine.”
“Look, your mum’s at the window.”
Creeeeak
“Boys, you’ve been working very hard! Do you fancy a snack? I can whip up…”
CRAAAAASH! Aaaargh!
“Oh, God, nooooooo! Why, God, whyyyyyy? Now we’re gonna have to make our own snacks.”
“Well, shit.”
“Bollocks to that. Pub?”
“Yep. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Grooooan…
FF – A Beautiful View
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Dave and little Maggie walked up on deck and looked out over the impressive vista before them.
“Oh, Daddy, isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is, Maggie.”
“I wish Mummy was here to see it.”
“Me too.”
Mummy had been held up. She’d missed the boat. Dave and Maggie’s home, since the waters rose. Maggie had been only six months then.
“Those are trees, aren’t they, Daddy?”
“That’s right, Maggie.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I heard some of the others talking. Why are they calling this place the ‘Sahara Desert’?”
“That’s a story for another time. Come on, let’s go back below.”
















