FF – Something Stirred
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also provided the photo.
I was completely stumped (hahaha, that’s the only funny you get this week from me) by this photo. So I bashed something out late in the day.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Danny looked around him. Everywhere he looked the forest had been transformed into a barren field. He lay down his chainsaw and opened his rucksack. Pulling out his water bottle, he took a long draw and sighed contentedly.
They said we had to preserve the trees. They said they were a valuable habitat. They said they converted ‘cardom diproxide’ to air, or something. He didn’t really listen and didn’t care.
Sometimes he thought, when he cut into a tree, he could hear it scream. So what if it did? It was only a tree.
Deep within the Earth, something stirred.
Pegman – Second Time Lucky
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week takes us to Bristol, England.
This week sees the return of our hapless, newly divorced traveller (though don’t worry, this is a self-contained story). Let’s see how he gets on!

“So, here I am, my suitcase filled with bikinis and sandals.”
“Lovely.”
“No, not lovely. I have a selection of sunhats. Litres of sun tan cream.”
“It’s best to be safe.”
“Days on the beach, I thought. A trip to Marseilles, maybe even Barcelona, I thought.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s really on the cards.”
“No, it’s not, is it. We’re standing here in the pouring rain. And it’s freezing.”
“The weather is somewhat disappointing, I’ll give you that.”
“No, I’ll tell you what’s disappointing. Come with me to Montpellier, you said. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, you said. I’ll book the lot, you said. You seem to have lost an ‘l’.”
“An ‘l’, darling?”
“Oh, we’re in Montpelier, all right. Montpelier, BRISTOL! With ONLY ONE ‘L’!”
“I had a similar mishap when I was holidaying with my ex.”
“Goodbye forever. Don’t call.”
FF – Not Fit for Purpose
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Sandra Crook.
Just in case, I should explain that in the context of a car, the “boot” is the UK English word for the “trunk”.

Copyright Sandra Crook
Marco exited the building followed by his minions, dragging between them two men, hands bound, sacks over their heads. Billy leapt out of the car.
“Over here, Boss!”
“Boys, chuck these scum in the boot and we’ll… what the hell is that?”
“Me new car!”
“Uh…”
“All the latest gadgets!”
“It has a boot the size of a peanut. We’ll never get ’em in there.”
“The old car was full of bullet holes.”
“Let ‘em go, lads. It’s their lucky day. Billy, inside. You ‘n me gonna have a… chat.”
“Ooh, great! Let me tell you about its amazing fuel consumption…”
Pegman – The Horde
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are in the Dominican Republic, which shares an island with Haiti.

Copyright Andy Javier Garcia Hidalgo and Google
The soldiers shifted nervously as the first of the Horde came into sight. Crossing the border from the voodoo country of Haiti, the Horde shuffled forwards, dead eyes cast downward. Some bumped unseeing into trees, other tripped and fell only to pick themselves up and continue their inexorable march.
General Diego picked up his radio. “They are come. Initiate Operation Repel.”
Sergeant Manuel took a deep breath, glanced at his fellows and pushed a button.
The leading edge of the Horde stopped. At first confused, frantically waving their arms in the air as if searching for something, terror soon set in. They turned, screaming and fled back towards Haiti. Finally, all had gone.
General Diego sighed. “I hate having to do that. But they just wander mindlessly about, spending no money, glued to YouTube. Not the type of tourist we want. And if switching off the mobile phone signal sends them running back across the border…”
FF – A Fun Day Out
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll
“I still don’t understand why they call it an ‘amusement park’. I’m not very amused.”
“Oh, stop being such a grump.”
“Half an hour to park and twenty minutes queuing to get in. I treated myself to an ice cream which a small child knocked out of my hand.”
“Oh God.”
“Then we queue forever for the ‘Terrific Twister’ only to find I’m half an inch too short.”
“Ughhhh, ‘forever’. It was ten minutes. Cheer up!”
“Fine. If you love it here so much let’s go on the ‘Rocky Rollercoaster’. I can feel yesterday’s curry churning. You can sit behind me.”
“Let’s go home.”
Pegman – Land of Dreams
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week is set in Fiji. Sorry I haven’t read anyone else’s yet but I like to come up with a story before subconsciously robbing other people’s ideas.

Copyright Brendan Madden and Google
“Fellow world leaders, advisors and scientists. Welcome to the International Conference on Climate Change.”
Claps
“News has been received. News which will change the course of our work forever!”
Cheers
“We have decided to end all work to combat so-called climate change, as it doesn’t exist.”
Gasps
“No, my fellows, wait, please. We have received an anonymous communique via social media which is highly literate, indubitably based in solid science and clearly true. I shall read it now.”
“Global warming? Hah. It’s freezing here. Chance would be a fine thing. FAKE NEWS! Stop wasting money or I’ll push my red button and it’s bigger than yours. Climate change? NO!”
Back to claps.
Everyone went home.
Nobody did anything.
Fiji drowned.








