FF – Unwanted
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Lisa Fox.
“Open your eyes, darling! Ta-daaa!”
“And that is?”
“It’s an original 1914 Harley-Davidson!”
“Okaaaaay…”
“Original frame, engine, fittings, look at this bit, oops, I can probably stick that bit back on…”
“…”
“… look at the style, the form…”
“…”
“… it’s an absolute classic! A bit of a rub down, a lick of paint and it’ll be as good as new!”
“…”
“Just imagine zooming down the road, my sweet. You’ll be the talk of the town!”
“…”
“Anyway… happy anniversary, my cupcake! So, what did you get me?”
“A divorce.”
FF – Debris
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Warning – this week’s story may be a tad “spicy”, but it’s the first thing that leapt into my mind 😮 and now I can’t think of anything else.
“What do we have, Constable?”
“An explosion, Sarge. No casualties, thank god, but there’s wreckage blown everywhere.”
“Right then, let’s have a look. What’s this thing?”
“No idea, Sarge. Maybe… this bit would go here, and… urgh, no!”
“Hmm, I reckon maybe you put this part around here, and then this bit would go… no, no, no!”
“I think maybe… maybe we’re better off not knowing, Sarge.”
“I think you’re right, Constable. Bag it all up!”
“Right you are, Sarge. I really don’t understand why anyone would want to blow up ‘Helga’s House of Pain’ anyway…”
FF – Hidden
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jennifer Pendergast.
Gary rubbed his hands, blowing on them for warmth. It was freezing this morning, but such a beautiful day!
He could hear birds chirping in the trees. They must be cold! Even though the sun had risen, it was weak. The temperature wouldn’t rise above freezing until Spring.
He reached the pond, small but deep and a favourite spot for young lovers. A local “Casanova”, he’d been here only last night.
She shouldn’t have rejected him but the ice, as he had hoped, was completely opaque. He’d be hundreds of miles away before they found the body.
Such a beautiful day!
FF – Archvillain Jr
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
I take a picture of myself… taking a picture of myself! A loop is created… the universe will collapse! I can feel atoms beginning to unravel… I look outside… all is darkness… IT WORKED bwahahaha!
“Mum! Mum! It’s all dark outside! I’ve destroyed the universe!”
“The sun’s gone down, dear. It’s late. Go to bed. School tomorrow.”
“Darn. Therefore, mother, I shall try two mirrors facing each other. The infinite loop will surely destroy the universe bwahahaha!”
“That’s nice, dear. Now go to bed.”
A reprieve for life as we know it. Until tomorrow, universe. Bwahahaha!
FF – Pushed Too Far
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
He’d found the bauble in a bin. Not the meal he’d hoped for, but still… looked nice over his sleeping bag.
The sharp crack of an air rifle woke him. Around him lay his shattered bauble. A lad – no more than twenty – stood, laughing.
“Alright, grandpa!”
The lad lifted the air rifle and shot again, again. The snow spurted to the left, the right.
“Run, useless tramp!”
He fumbled in his bag, retrieved a souvenir from a long forgotten war, and blew the lad’s brains out. They looked kinda pretty in the snow.
No respect. Sometimes he wished he’d died in the Gulf.
















