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.
FF – Tangled
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Victor and Sarah Potter.
I don’t even know what I’ve written this week. It’s a bit silly. Me? Silly? Surely not.

Copyright Victor and Sarah Potter
Three homes with three families. Kids all over the place, probably more he didn’t know about. Bank accounts everywhere. Identities out the wazoo – even he sometimes got confused who he was supposed to be from one day to the next.
Scamming him, conning her, no wait, she was to be family number four – or was she? Scam or marry? Or both?
How to keep everything in order?
Circles within circles. Webs cast everywhere. How long before one of those webs caught him?
The heat was on.
It’s a complicated life being a gigolo con-spider.
Pegman – Grand Adventure
Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are in Syria.

Copyright Google
“I can’t believe this. I really can’t.”
“It’ll be okay, Hun. It’s a mistake anybody could have made.”
“No, Dear. Just you. I mean, honestly. We should have been sitting in beautiful Sicily, instead of which…”
“I know, I know, we’re stuck in a sand storm in a war zone.”
“Syria. Syracuse. They’re not that similar.”
“I wondered why we needed visas. At least there’s sand. Pretend we’re at the beach. It’ll be a grand adventure!”
“…”
“Never mind, love of my life, we’ll soon be on our way to romantic Paris. All this will seem like a bad dream. Ah, freshly-baked croissants in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.”
“Let me see those tickets. Ah yes. Well done. Two seats to Paris. Texas.”
“Hmm. I wondered why we needed visas.”
“I want a divorce.”









