FF – We’d Like to See a Show!
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
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Copyright Ted Strutz
“Next!”
“Good morning! We’d like to see a show.”
“Huh?”
“Cats?”
“Whaa?”
“Starlight Express?”
“?”
“Evita, perhaps?”
“?”
“Oliver? West Side Story? Beauty and the Beast?”
“Ain’t got none a’ those.”
“Okay, so what do you have?”
“Big boxes. Medium boxes. Small boxes.”
“Boxes.”
“It’s right there, above the door. Box. Office. An office. For boxes.”
“But, um, that’s not what… are you taking the piss?”
“Do you want a box or not?”
“Hell. Give me a medium.”
“Do you want it boxed up?”
“Jesus.”
“Next!”
FF – There’s Always a Catch
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week she also provided the photo! Click Mr Frog for the linkup.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Sam smiled. An airport without aircraft! Who would have thought? No-one, certainly, before the arrival of the N’Gak’Na three years ago.
Hailing from a distant galaxy, they had asked for nothing, yet gave so much. Suspicion waned as poverty and starvation were eliminated. In fact, everyone was getting quite plump!
Entering the transfer pod, Sam closed his eyes and waited. The UK to Australia in two seconds! The pod whirred.
Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on a table, surrounded by a N’Gak’Na family holding cutlery, their mandibles watering. A carving knife descended.
He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even scream.
FF – Musings of the Cutlery
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Valerie J. Barrett.
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Copyright Valerie J. Barrett
Ah, to see the light of day! The old house restored and open to the public!
I pressed the Sunday best, you heated Madam’s beverages.
And I stirred that beverage. Halcyon days!
What’s all that white crap?
That’s a mark of my venerable age. Why are you spraying out your spout?
I’m excited, okay? Big day!
Shh, here come the visitors. Oh, for them to see us in all our beautiful glory, paragons of a bygone age!
“Wow, look at all this useless old shit. Let’s try the next room.”
Well, that took us down a peg or two and no mistake.
Philistines.
FF – Fate Happens
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.
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Copyright C.E. Ayr
“No! No way!”
“Whatever is the matter, my dear?”
“It has a balcony! Read the news, woman! English tourists are forever plunging to their deaths off balconies. And that aircon unit! In every American film I’ve ever seen someone’s been crushed by a falling aircon unit.”
“Maybe you’ve been watching the wrong…”
“You go inside. I’m nobody’s fool. I’m going for a swim in the pool.”
Funny, but in every film I’ve ever seen…
GERRRONIMOOOO!
… the injury’s because some idiot doesn’t check…
SPLAT! ARRRRGHHH…
… there’s water in the pool before jumping in. I hope our holiday insurance covers gross stupidity…
FF – Coconuts
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Susan Eames.
Well, this one pretty much wrote itself 🙂
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Copyright Susan Eames
Despite the beauty of his surroundings Micah sat, head in hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.
How had it happened? He’d always been so careful. Every step planned, everything accounted for.
How would he tell his wife? His poor, darling wife, waiting for him at home. She’d be preparing supper right now, oblivious, maybe humming a tune as she worked.
She’d sent him out for coconuts. He’d climber higher, higher, his foot had slipped… he’d landed, legs akimbo, on this branch.
She’d sent him out for nuts and HE’D CRUSHED HIS OWN.
On the plus side, the choir needed more sopranos…















