FF – Of Men and Fridges
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also supplied the photo this week!
This one is so madcap crazy it made me smile 🙂 So don’t expect a deep and meaningful discourse on man’s ability to litter even the most picturesque of spots.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Ah, walking in the woods, listening to the birds…”
THUMP!
“Well, what’re the odds?”
“Yeah, I know, right? We finally get out in the sunshine and a fridge falls on Roger. Must have fallen out a plane. I’d sue. Hey Roger, I’d sue!”
“I don’t think he can hear you. I wonder what’s inside?”
Creak
“Hey, it’s Roger!”
“Hi guys! The back of the fridge was missing, I ended up inside!”
“Well, that seems unlikely.”
“It does. I think we’re dreaming…”
Woo-ooo-ooo…
“Yep. We were dreaming. Roger’s been flattened alright. I can see his arm sticking out.”
“Well, shit.”
FF – Preparations
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Copyright Dale Rogerson
Trigg sat in his restaurant, so quiet without customers, and tucked into braised steak. He’d planned for everything. With storerooms stocked, employees furloughed and loans in place, he knew his hotel would weather the lockdown with ease.
He smiled as he took another sip of premium wine. He was completely pandemic-proof.
That night an avalanche, dislodged by unseasonably-warm weather, dumped a million tonnes of snow on his hotel, smashing it to bits and smearing him across five miles of mountainside.
Yep. Climate change is still a “thing”, pandemic notwithstanding.
It’s hard to plan for everything.
FF – Endings
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

Copyright C.E. Ayr
“That’s weird.”
“What?”
“We burned everything. All our relationship stuff. Except that picture. That picture didn’t burn.”
“Okay…”
“It’s Paris. Where we met.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t it burn? Maybe it’s a sign.”
“A sign.”
“That we should stay together. Maybe someone’s trying to tell us something.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Maybe we could… try again?”
“No. We’re past all that. It’s over.”
“So… so. Right. Who gets the Paris picture? Do you want it?”
“No. You take it. You were always more into… Paris… than I was.”
Sharing My World 13-04-2020
Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.

What do you do to get rid of stress?
I charge around virtual worlds on my PS4, slaughtering people. It’s okay, they deserve it. I don’t kill innocent villagers. Well, not on purpose, sometimes an badly-aimed arrow takes ones out.
I also read and watch TV.
In the past people were buried with the items they would need in the afterlife, what would you want buried with you so you could use it in the afterlife?
Hmm, I’m thinking the usual tech and so on, but what if there’s no electricity in the afterlife? Maybe I’m better off going unencumbered. A new start once I’m dead, so to speak.
What’s the opposite of a koala?
That would be the anti-koala. Made completely of antimatter (and courtesy of Lightroom’s Tone Curve), when this guy meets a regular koala they self-annihilate!

What’s the creepiest tech out there?
Those robots that look like humans. Shudder!
What method are you using to find your smile right now?
Remember those computer games I play? I have a new strategy! Shoot an enemy from long range with a fire arrow. Once he’s on fire, all his mates run out to put out the flames, making themselves easy targets. Then you set them on fire too.
Hilarious.
FF – Rucksack
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
Bit of a rushed one this week. Very busy day, and the photo didn’t immediately bring anything to mind except our current rather deserted cities.

Copyright Roger Bultot
Ben laughed in delight. The view was magnificent! Above, the aircraft was just a smudge against the clouds; below, the city rushed towards him. He fancied he could already see people, tiny little dots, scurrying about their lives.
All around he saw his friends deploy their parachutes. He grinned. What a great idea this skydiving was! He pulled the cord. A flap opened and his lunch fell out.
Well, that was just bloody typical. Trust him to pick up his rucksack instead of his parachute. What an idiot!
Ah well, live and learn. Well, not in this case, maybe.
SPLAT
FF – Chasing Rainbows
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jeff Arnold.
Guess who forgot what day it was? Me! That’s why I’m a day later than usual.

Copyright Jeff Arnold
Always chasing the rainbow. That was Sebastian. Never standing still. Never appreciating the “now”.
Margie couldn’t stand it any longer. She needed stability.
She made a deal.
Sealed in blood.
With a Leprechaun.
Okay, sealed in shamrock. Puréed. With a nice Chianti.
Next day Sebastian chased a rainbow and never came back.
Possibly he’s still chasing it.
The Leprechaun’s due back next week to extract his price.
Who could be sacrificed to satisfy his bloodlust? Not Margie, that’s for sure.
Her sister-in-law’s really been pissing her off lately…

















