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…
FF – Welcome Visitor
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Douglas M. MacIlroy.

Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
“Oh, man, I’m not sure how much longer I can stay cooped up in…”
“Shh! Look!”
“Wow, a little bird! Shh, don’t scare him.”
“He’s just going about his business. Doesn’t know about the problems of humans.”
“Let’s get a little closer!”
“Yes!”
“Able still to explore the world while we’re isolating.”
“Amazing, huh? Look at his beautiful feathers!”
“Yep. Aw, during all this and then this amazing thing happens. Takes your breath away.”
“It does. Now, carefully…”
Click. BANG! Squaaaaawk. Thud.
“We may be out of toilet paper, but we’ll eat well tonight! Roast budgie, sparrow, whatever!”
“Magic!”
FF – Not So Modern Tech
Here is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jeff Arnold.

Copyright Jeff Arnold
“Wow, amazing! Feel those keys! What is it?”
“Ahem. A typewriter, Sir.”
“I see, yes! It writes as you type. Ingenious! Magnificent! A work of art!”
“Would Sir wish to purchase?”
“Of course! How do you connect the WiFi?”
“WiFi, Sir? WIFI? It has no WiFi!”
“What, now? No WiFi? What a stinking pile of crap!”
“Your language, Sir, forces me to eject your presence. I shall take a Polaroid of your aspect for our ‘banned’ wall.”
Click! Bzzzz. Whirrr.
“Oh, wow! A photo came out, ready made! Magnificent! I want one! I assume it Bluetooths to my Instagram?”
“GET OUT!”
FF – Ramblings from the Pub Part 3 – No Big Thing
Here is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll
“I say, what spiffing advertising! Look, darling! A car atop a plinth!”
“My, yes! Let’s go inside. I say, you, scruffy unkempt local person, where’s the door?”
“Up thar. In th’ car.”
“What ho, that’s pretty rum! Let’s fetch a ladder! What fun! Thanks, aged country bumpkin!”
“Jed, wha’re them city folks a-doin wi’ that thar ladder?”
“I tol’ ‘em the diner were up thar.”
“In th’ car?”
“Arr.”
“Dumb townies. Look, it’s-a startin’ ta fall unner the weight.”
Crump!
“Two less city folks, ah reckon.”
“Arr. No bad thing.”
“No bad thing.”
“Pint?
“Arr.”
FF – Cure
Here is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by CE Ayr.
I’m a bit late this week. A combination of too much work and lack of ideas. So I ended up with this one in the end. Don’t you just hate it when you have ideas for lots of stories, but can’t think of any actual endings…?

Copyright CE Ayr
He listened to the trickle of the fountain. The only sound.
Alone. All alone. Maybe the last human?
Virus had spread panic. They they came. Visitors.
From another world.
Promised a cure. Governments agreed.
They delivered the cure. People got better.
They had saved us! Cured the virus.
Their virus.
Then people stopped giving birth. Slowly. Surely. The population dwindled.
Hell of an invasion plan. Virus, to “cure”, to sterility, to… a nice empty planet, ripe for colonisation.
His breathing slowed, stopped. The last human?
If a fountain trickles and there’s no-one to hear it, does it make a sound?
















