FF – On the Thoughts of Trees
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Work is mad but I spent the end of my lunch break hammering out a little story. Well, not really a story. It’s a bit weird as you can probably tell from the title. Hey ho.
Here goes 🙂

Copyright Ted Strutz
What am I doing out here? would be a sensible question for a chair in this situation to ask, if a chair could ask such a question.
I wonder where all the people have gone? might be a reasonable thought for a chair, if a chair could think reasonable thoughts.
Maybe it had been left here as a prank, back when there were pranks, and kids to play them?
These questions are best left to the trees, ancient and indomitable, thinking thoughts lasting decades. And after all those decades of a world without humans, they reach the same conclusion.
Peace at last.
FF – Release
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Roger Bultot.
My story this week is a real downer. Yay!

Copyright Roger Bultot
Frank grimaced as his pain-racked body refused to cooperate. Why won’t they just let me go? he wondered. I’m an old man, crippled, in agony. Even the pill bottle he’d acquired had failed him, his fingers too gnarled, too weak.
The cold just made it worse.
Cold? They’ve left the window open…
He dragged himself slowly, painfully across the room and hauled himself onto the sill. One more metre…
The pain fell away, an incredible lightness overtook him. I can fly! He shot upwards, spiralling, joyful, pain-free!
Far below, someone screamed. A crowd gathered. Mobile phones recorded the scene.
FF – Back to Basics
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Al Forbes.
I’m really busy at the moment and thought of re-posting the story I wrote for this picture last year in the hopes that nobody would notice 🙂 but I decided to bung something together after all.
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Copyright Al Forbes
“Ah, look at those. I remember motoring down the road, wind in my hair…”
“Darling, stop it! You had an Austin Morris! Vintage car, indeed.”
“Wow, Dad. Cars have changed so much! When I grow up I’m gonna invent a flying car!”
“Hundreds have promised the same, son…”
Trevor looked wistfully at his “Amazing Flying Car”, rusting in the field. No way to power it since the Fuel Wars of the mid-twenty-first century. No fuel, no electricity. No civilisation, some would say.
Shaking his head, he nudged Daisy and headed to market. “Giddy-up, girl!”
Life was so much simpler now.
FF – Induction
Here is my post for the 100 word fiction challenge Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo this week was supplied by Dale Rogerson.
A quick warning – I used the “f” word near the end as I felt it gave more impact to the story and served to emphasise the mood switch. Nothing else I tried had quite the same bite and I feel this guy would have said it.
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Copyright Dale Rogerson
Cowled figures shrouded in darkness, we await the acolyte. Candles in alcoves light the way to the sacred chamber. All is in readiness. Ceremonial knives are razor-sharp; the sacrifice bleats in terror, bowls ready to receive its blood.
Our origins lost in the mists of time, our members few yet powerful, today we welcome another into our fold.
Movement! He approaches!
“Excuse me, I’m looking for the toilets… um… bloody hell, is that a goat?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, another one! Back the way you came, second door on the left.”
“Um… thanks.”
Ahem. Cowled figures shrouded in darkness, we await the acolyte…
FF – Plug Gate
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle with a photo this week by C. E. Ayr.
I did think of a dark story to do with the take over of jobs by machines, but in the end I went for this ridiculous little news story.
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Copyright C. E. Ayr
Excerpt from The Daily Prattle
The inquest into the “PlugGate” incident on Britain’s railways, which last April caused 745 deaths and millions of pounds of damage, closed today.
The coroner heard that the new Automated Railway Signalling Equipment (ARSE) system was deactivated when contract cleaner Mrs Moira Dimple, 47, unplugged it as she, in her own words, “needed somewhere to plug in my vacuum cleaner, dearie.”
National Rail has reassured customers that such a disaster could never happen again as they have “invested in loads of Sellotape to stick over the plug sockets”.
This reporter remains sceptical and will be taking the bus.














