FF – A Job Well Done
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
The smells of street cooking filled his nostrils. His mouth watered.
But he wasn’t there to eat. He had a job to do.
He slipped through the crowd, unnoticed, a ghost. Target in sight.
Sliding close, he slipped his hand into his pocket. So quickly that none noticed, he had written the ticket and slapped it on the bike.
Bike chained to railings, in contravention of city bylaw 1254 section 2 paragraph 4? Not on his watch.
The angry owner arrived.
“Sorry, mate, nuffin’ I can do, the ticket’s wrote now innit, guv’nor, more’n my job’s werf.”
Another job well done.
FF – Double Win!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

For sale, one pre-fab house, £1000 ono complete with floor safe (broken)…
Three days earlier…
“Well, Baz? Did you get the safe?”
“It was bolted to the floor, boss.”
“Okay, so did you crack it in situ?”
“In where boss?”
“Did you open it and nick the contents?”
“Couldn’t boss. Too tough. So we brought it with us.”
“I thought you said it was bolted to the house?”
“Yeah. We brought the house too.”
“You what? Idiot!”
“What’ll we do boss?”
“Crack the safe and… stick the house on eBay. Double win! I take it all back. Nice job, Baz!”
“Thanks, boss!”
FF – Death on the Muddy Nile
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Today’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
“Ah, this is the life, eh, dear?”
Ten minutes of light drizzle and we’re knee-deep in scummy water.
“Basking in the lovely weather…”
Lovely weather?
“… gazing out over the lake. The locals call it ‘The Nile’ hah!”
Huge muddy puddle.
“I think I’ll go for a swim!”
Maybe a swamp creature will rise up and eat him.
…
…
“Help, my darling, my foot is caught in a shopping trolley! Help!”
I must have left my hearing aid indoors.
GLUG GLUG…
I better leave it a few minutes before I phone the ambulance, make sure he’s properly dead.
Bliss!
FF – What Could it Be?
Here is my story (not really a story) for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by David Stewart.

What could it be?
An alien landscape, strewn about with energy pods, throbbing with power.
What could it be?
Alien eggs, ready to hatch, stereotypically blue for males and pink for females.
What could it be?
A triumph of modern art, the culmination of a life’s work made real in stark neon colours.
What could it be?
Futuristic travel pods, each containing a single life form.
What could it be?
Stomp stomp stomp KICK!
One of the ovoids sails though the air, flying straight through the centre of the distant circle. Cheers abound.
What could it be?
One-nil, apparently.
FF – Resources
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Anne Higa.

Maddens shone his multi-phasic light across the alleyway. There – tripolycarbo-urethic fuel, leaking from an overflow. Someone had been careless.
Nasty stuff, usually invisible, cuts straight through flesh.
He turned to the proprietor.
“You! Thank the System your negligence dismembered/killed 17 passers-by or we would never have found this! You are arrested, tried and convicted of resource waste (Resources Act 2057). The sentence is death.”
Bang!
As always post-execution, a queue was forming. He turned to the first.
“Yes, madam?”
“A nice bit of thigh and a kidney, please.”
Police Officer Butcher-Judge Mike Maddens grabbed his cleaver.
Waste not, want not.










