FF – Hobby
Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.
Just a silly little one this week.

Copyright Jean L. Hays
“Ooh, what shall I sew?”
“Ugh. Another fad.”
“Hey, men can sew too!”
“Yep. But remember last time? You bought sixteen cookery books and never even managed beans on toast. Come on, I’ve arranged a hobby you’ll love!”
They entered a room. Huge TV, sound system, home cinema, games console, and who’s that on the sofa? Yes, yes it is…! Drew Barrymore, Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Alba, beckoning, beckoning…
Hey, wait a minute.
This is a dream, isn’t it?
Disappointed, draliman woke up, determined that today he would conquer beans on toast. Possibly, if he were feeling adventurous, with cheese on top 😊
FF – Chosen
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also provided the photo this week.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Simeon gasped, shocked, as the halo descended to land lightly on his brow. Chosen! He had never amounted to much, contributing little, and now singled out by the State as one worthy to serve! He’d always known he’d been born for greater things. Haloed!
He headed to the Reception Centre, citizens bowing respectfully as he passed. Few were chosen, all honour was due him.
He entered the Centre, arms raised in joy, heart bursting with pride! A servo-arm descended, picked him up, sliced his head off and deposited him in a huge container labelled “Fresh Meat”.
People gotta eat.
FF – The March of Time
Here’s my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Well, less a story, more a journey through time itself!

Copyright Ted Strutz
1950: Oh, I say Ethel, isn’t it wonderful, the modern world today, just look at these wonderful photographs. Just think, our memories somehow inscribed on paper…
2050: What the hell’s all this? How did those 1950s people get their photos off their phones and onto this, what’s it called again? Paypur? Not sure how I’d get all mine on there. Maybe if I deleted all the photos of my lunch…
2150: Hang on, I’ll get you those photos in a sec, my brain comm’s lost connection to the database…
2250: Meep… system error… photo album corrupted… reboot brain immediately… meep…
FF – And They are Us
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.
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Copyright Dale Rogerson
“Hey, they’ve switched on the floodlights! This is going straight on Twitter!”
“Um, this park doesn’t have any… argh!”
The mini-nuke had exploded high up in the atmosphere, producing a blinding light but very little damage. The resulting electromagnetic wave, however, fried every piece of electronics in the country.
People stood motionless, shocked, inner thoughts gone, minds disabled, spittle dribbling from slack mouths over blank screens.
Teens stood wide-eyed, unable to book an Uber, their homes an unreachable half mile away.
Unable to function. Brains frozen. Screens dead. Unplugged.
The zombie apocalypse has begun AND THEY ARE US.
FF – Live or Die?
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.
Ah, there’s a big queue and it’s raining. How very British 🙂
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Copyright Na’ama Yehuda
Queuing for days. Life or death lottery.
Red ticket? Fiery death. Green ticket? A seat on the Ark Ship.
Uproar! All the seats filled by fat cats, politicians, dictators. Ordinary people? Doomed to die when the asteroid hits.
The Ark Ship leaves for its new home. The people of the world prepare.
News flash! The Ark Ship’s off course! Headed for the sun! Very sad. Everyone dead. And incidentally, completely unrelated, that asteroid? Not going to hit Earth after all.
Conspiracy? Hush. Bite your tongue and get on with your life. A fresh start! Don’t screw it up.












