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!”
FF – Portal to Nowhere
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sarah Potter.

“Hello, Control? I’m through the portal!”
crackle crackle
“I can’t hear you, can you hear me? It’s incredible, but… all black and white! My eyes! My eyes!”
“Greetings, stranger. Do not fear.”
“But… but… my eyes… black and white…”
“That is normal, my friend. You have entered the In-Between.”
“In between… where?”
“Between whence you came and your destination. A mirror world of your own, dark and without colour.”
“Where is the portal? It’s gone!”
“You can never return. But you are most welcome!”
“I am?”
“Of course! We so seldom get fresh meat… I mean a new face haha… here.”
“Ulp.”
FF – Jinks and Simmons in – Crack Down!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
And now on BBC One, popular 70s police drama “Jinks and Simmons”.
(Cue cheesy 70s opening titles)
“Jinks, look at this.”
“Fairy lights?”
“Bastards. Sick, sick bastards. Break it down.”
“POLICE! NOBODY MOVE! You – name!”
“Um, Mr Wilberforce. This is my wife.”
“What’s the date, Mr Wilberforce? THE DATE, MAN!”
“Um, November 13th?”
“CORRECT! November! And what are these?”
“Um, Christmas lights. We, um, love Christmas.”
“Jinks, arrest them for offences contrary to the Misuse of Holidays Act (1697). Too early for fairy lights, Mr Wilberforce! Get these sick bastards out of my sight.”
“Sick, sick bastards.”
(Cue cheesy 70s end credits)












