FF – Hey Nonny Nonny
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Trish Nankivell.
Guess who was so busy at work yesterday sorting stuff out before the Christmas break that he forgot to write a little story? Me!

“Cinemas, gone,
Restaurants, gone.
Visiting friends, gone.
Pubs, gone.
Nightclubs,…”
“Man, you’re such a downer. It’s not all gone!”
“Hey, if you’re gonna interrupt my poem, do it poetically!”
“Fine. Jeez. Such a downer, are you. All gone, it is not.”
“Your idea of ‘poetically’ is a Yoda impression?”
“Yup.”
“All the greats to emulate and you choose Yoda? Wordsworth, Shakespeare, um… um… anyway, Christmas is not gone!”
“Not completely.”
“Not completely, no. So let’s wish everyone the best!”
“A Happy Christmas everybody, I wish you!”
“And hey nonny nonny, a Happy New Year, forsooth!”
“Sorted, it is.”
“Yup.”
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…

“All hail the Sacred Scarecrow! We, your humble servants worship you! As did our ancestors!”
All hail! Worship you! Ancestors!
“The All Powerful! The All Knowing! God of all!”
The All… wait a sec, Bert, there’s a crow on the Sacred Scarecrow!
“What? Arse. Um. Ahem… the Sacred Scarecrow has betrayed us!”
Betrayed us!
”Burn the Sacred Scarecrow!”
Burn it! Burn it! And sacrifice Bert for leading us astray!
“Burn it, bring forth the Sacred Matches and… wait, what? No, no…!”
WHOOMP!
“Aaargghhhh!”
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 remote’s trigger… trembled… and relaxed.
Not today. He got his thrills holding people’s lives in his palm. Life… or death. Shame for it to end too soon. Later perhaps. Maybe tomorrow…
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.
“Look, Brother!”
“Yes, the sign of Infinity!”
“There is no beginning. There is no end. All things are eternal.”
“We are one with the Universe, and the Universe is one with us.”
“It is a sign, Brother!”
“Yes, a sign! We are indeed blessed!”
“Blessed!”
There it is, Baz!
Yeah, I see it. Excuse me, gents…”
“Wait, touch not the Holy Relic, mortal!”
Um. It’s my shoelace.
“Your shoelace?”
Yep.
“So… we couldn’t encase it in holy amber? The centrepiece of our religion, to worship for time unending?”
Not really. I need it to keep my shoe on.
“Arse.”
“Bugg’rit.”
FF – The Nam
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Susan Eames.

And…. Action!
“Hello, Bruce, we heard from your grandson that you were injured in Vietnam and would love to talk to you for our documentary.”
“Sure thing, cobber. Hurt in The Nam, I was.”
“How did it feel?”
“Bloody painful, mate.”
“Shock, fear?”
“For sure!“
“Do you still suffer?”
“Aches on cold days. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, reliving it, like.”
“I bet.”
“Bad year, 2018.”
“2018?”
“My holiday in Ho Chi Minh City. What we’re talking about! Slipped in the shower. Broke me leg in three places. Five star hotel, too!”
“Bloody hell. Cut!”













