FF – For the Cause
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Peter Abbey.
Not a comedy this week, but not as dark as my preceding stories! To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.

Copyright Peter Abbey
Stefan risked a quick glance back at his erstwhile captors as he made his way gingerly along the tunnel. Ahead, the exchange prisoner approached and further on, the safety of his own troops.
Months of torture and his captors had decided he knew nothing. Sweat broke out on his brow as reality hit – a few more seconds to safety, to divulging the enemy’s plans in detail.
As the two men drew level Stefan felt a blade slide between his ribs.
“Why?” he gasped as his life ebbed away.
“For the cause,” replied the other as a hail of bullets took him down.
FF – Trophies
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Fuller.
Right, this is getting out of hand. I need to find my comedy muse once more.
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Copyright Claire Fuller.
Simon ran his hands lovingly over the treasures on the shelf. Each evoked an exciting memory.
‘That was a wonderful day in Bournemouth’, or ‘I remember what fun I had collecting that’ ran through his mind as he carefully took each one down in turn and studied it. It was his birthday, his treat day, and today he would add to his collection.
Gathering the tools of his trade, he set off towards the nearby school. The added danger fuelled his excitement.
He had never preyed so close to home before.
FF – Out of Options
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also supplied the photo this week!
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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Frederick looked across the darkened room to the windows and sighed. He dimly remembered when those windows looked out over just the vista portrayed in the pictures which now covered them. He peeled away the corner of one and peered out.
Nothing had changed. A barren wasteland, devoid of all life bar a scraggly plant here, a grotesquely mutated animal there.
He’d stockpiled massively before the war, but the years had dwindled his supply to almost nothing. No-one was coming, no rescue. Facing painful starvation, his decision made, he knocked over both lamps and waited for the fire to take him.
FF – Bigger and Better Things
Here is my post for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was submitted by C.E. Ayr.
I was initially stumped, then I decided to write a fun little story and then halfway through it all went a bit dark :-(.
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Copyright C.E. Ayr
Richie eased himself to the ground and stared at the reflections in the duck pond. He retrieved a small bag of bread and began throwing in crumbs, just because.
There hadn’t actually been any ducks in the pond since he’d gotten that air rifle six Christmases ago.
Bubbles rose to the surface, followed by a large sports bag. Huffing, he unzipped the bag, dropped in another rock and watched in satisfaction as the bag sank – properly this time.
Ducks had been fun, but he was all grown up now and animals just weren’t enough anymore.
Sunrise this Morning
Here are some photos I took on my phone when I arrived at work this morning. The sky’s on fire!














