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FF – Attack

June 3, 2020 38 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.

Copyright Ted Strutz

 

Jeff twisted and turned, but still they came. They were getting closer now, braver. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

Sensing movement, he ducked towards a wall. Too late. A rush of steely wings slammed into his face. Onwards he ran. Safety, so close. Only 20 metres away he could see his wife, beckoning.

Too slow.

Something crashed into him, scratching his hand. He looked down sadly. Two crinkle-cut crisps and half a picked gherkin where once had been an entire Happy Meal.

He raised his face to the skies and screamed.

“BLOODY SEAGULLS!”

 

FF – Angry Crowd!

May 27, 2020 66 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by David Stewart.

Copyright David Stewart

 

The angry crowd moved down the mall towards the Presidential Palace, smashing as they went. Doors, windows – smashed. The freaky purple modern art installation, which had cost the starving country millions, exploded into shards.

Shouts of “kill the murderer!” and “food for the starving!” echoed through the streets.

The blood-thirsty crowd reached the main entrance, murder on their minds. A note was taped to the door.

“Due to the current COVID crisis, this residence is closed. Please call back in July, or email dictator_fernando69@autocrats.absolutepower.com.”

Disheartened, the angry mob made a note in their diaries and went down the pub instead.

 

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FF – Absolute Power – How To Handle Those Little Issues

May 21, 2020 51 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

I couldn’t really think of anything this week. Very busy with work and then I spent the evening on a long walk so time got away from me!

Copyright C.E. Ayr

 

“And so, children, the blast of sound from the speakers blows the sand off the beach, thus leading to loss of land mass.”

“Sir, my mummy said it’s to do with The Climate Change, and…”

“FALSE NEWS! Go and stand in the corner!”

“Yes, Sir sniffle sniffle.”

 

Later…

“We can’t have this, Mr Trimp. I know your third cousin is a big shot in the States, but even so… if nothing else, your bright orange skin is scaring the kids.”

“Grr…”

Ring ring

“Hey cuz, I have a problem needs “handling”… Headmaster annoyance… yes, make it look like an accident again…”

 

FF – Still a Kid

May 13, 2020 51 comments

Here is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Jan Wayne Fields.

Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

 

“Look, babe, just what I need!”

“A straw hat.”

“Yes! Just right for my Revolution!”

“Your revolution.”

“Aloooohaaaa! Power to the People! The government shall fall!”

“That’s not what ‘Aloha’ means.”

“No?”

“No. Love, peace, an all-encompassing force…”

“That’s it! An all-encompassing force!”

“… which holds together existence.”

“Oh.”

“We’re supposed to be on holiday. I’m having an ice cream.”

“There’s ice cream? Can I have one?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Nice! Then we can find me a more suitable revolution hat.”

“Yes, dear. (This would be cute if you weren’t 51. I married a child. My parents warned me, did I listen?…)

 

FF – Of Men and Fridges

May 6, 2020 49 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also supplied the photo this week!

This one is so madcap crazy it made me smile 🙂 So don’t expect a deep and meaningful discourse on man’s ability to litter even the most picturesque of spots.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

“Ah, walking in the woods, listening to the birds…”

THUMP!

“Well, what’re the odds?”

“Yeah, I know, right? We finally get out in the sunshine and a fridge falls on Roger. Must have fallen out a plane. I’d sue. Hey Roger, I’d sue!”

“I don’t think he can hear you. I wonder what’s inside?”

Creak

“Hey, it’s Roger!”

“Hi guys! The back of the fridge was missing, I ended up inside!”

“Well, that seems unlikely.”

“It does. I think we’re dreaming…”

Woo-ooo-ooo…

“Yep. We were dreaming. Roger’s been flattened alright. I can see his arm sticking out.”

“Well, shit.”

 

FF – Preparations

April 29, 2020 62 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Dale Rogerson.

Copyright Dale Rogerson

 

Trigg sat in his restaurant, so quiet without customers, and tucked into braised steak. He’d planned for everything. With storerooms stocked, employees furloughed and loans in place, he knew his hotel would weather the lockdown with ease.

He smiled as he took another sip of premium wine. He was completely pandemic-proof.

That night an avalanche, dislodged by unseasonably-warm weather, dumped a million tonnes of snow on his hotel, smashing it to bits and smearing him across five miles of mountainside.

Yep. Climate change is still a “thing”, pandemic notwithstanding.

It’s hard to plan for everything.

 

FF – Endings

April 22, 2020 70 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by C.E. Ayr.

Copyright C.E. Ayr

 

“That’s weird.”

“What?”

“We burned everything. All our relationship stuff. Except that picture. That picture didn’t burn.”

“Okay…”

“It’s Paris. Where we met.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t it burn? Maybe it’s a sign.”

“A sign.”

“That we should stay together. Maybe someone’s trying to tell us something.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maybe we could… try again?”

“No. We’re past all that. It’s over.”

“So… so. Right. Who gets the Paris picture? Do you want it?”

“No. You take it. You were always more into… Paris… than I was.”