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FF – What Cats Think

February 16, 2022 52 comments

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

Copyright Dale Rogerson

I lurk behind the pulped tree matter, planning my move…

“What’s Miss Fluffypaws doing up there?”

“She’s fine, sweetie, leave her alone.”

… all undetected, I await, invisible, until it’s time to strike…

“She looks like she’s lurking.”

“She always looks like she’s lurking.”

… little do the two-legs suspect that their end is at hand…

“She’s looking at me funny, Dad!”

“Well, that’s cats for you.”

… I prepare to pounce, this is the Age of the Cat!…

“She knows we’re the ones who supply her food.”

… the two-legs make a good point… cancel attack… prepare to take nap… zzzzzzzzz

FF – Make Klaziquarg Great Again!

February 10, 2022 58 comments

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

Copyright Bill Reynolds

“You forgot where you parked the space module? It’s camouflaged as a truck and it could be on any planet, in any galaxy, in any time period? It could be anywhere, anywhen?”

“Yep. No wait, there it is.”

“What are the odds? Hang on, some bits have fallen off.”

“That’s just the disguise. No wait, it’s the warp drive.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Nope. How will we get back home to Klaziquarg?”

“I have a plan. I’ll put on an orange wig, get myself elected to high office and divert the nation’s finances to fixing our ship.”

“Make Klaziquarg great again!”

“Huzzah!”

FF – On the Plus Side

February 3, 2022 53 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Na’ama Yehuda.

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda

Sebastian hurried home, shivering. He’d freeze before long. Midday? Might as well be midnight.

Looking up he could see candlelight flickering in a few homes. Some said they made the tallow from dead people. Rubbish, what a waste! A decent-sized dead person could feed a family for a week.

He swore as he stumbled over a frozen corpse and picked up his pace. Many would kill him for the food he’d found. Probably the last tin of beans on the planet.

Nuclear winter was no joke, but on the plus side, the human race had finally solved global warming.

FF – Destroying the Lobster

January 28, 2022 48 comments

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

Patrons screamed as a black-clad figure smashed through the ceiling window, dropping to the floor.

“Come out, Lobster!” he snarled. “Your evil-doing days are done!”

“Good evening, Sir,” said a waiter, quite unphased. “Table for one?”

“What? Where is the Lobster?”

“I’m sure I don’t know, Sir. Maybe a cocktail while you wait?”

“I’m a top agent, dammit!”

“That’s nice, Sir.”

“I’ve got the wrong address again, haven’t I?”

“Indeed. We do have lobster, if Sir would care to choose one?”

“Fine. I’ll destroy the lobster one way or another.”

“Certainly, Sir. I’ll have the ceiling repairs added to your bill, Sir.”

FF – The Wrong Book

January 21, 2022 49 comments

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

Copyright Ted Strutz

“Hi, excuse me?”

“I’m in the middle of Children’s Story Time…”

“Won’t take a sec. Do you have a copy of Winnie-the-Pooh and the Horrible Demise of Eeyore?”

“Um…”

Rapunzel and the Tower Plummet? Jack and Jill 2 – Undead Resurrection?”

“This is a Children’s Library, Sir!”

The Famous Five and the Mystery of the Disembowelled Corpse?

“Please leave! You’re upsetting the children, giving them ideas!”

“Humph. Bye, then.”

“Now, children, where was I?”

“Please, Sir, Goldilocks, Sir! I reckon Baby Bear’s gonna rip her face off! I would if she ate my porridge!”

“Aargh! What will I tell the parents…?”

FF – Eternal Vista

January 13, 2022 55 comments

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

Copyright Bradley Harris

He gazed out over the beautiful vista before him, feeling his heart rate decrease, his blood pressure lower as he found serenity. The lapping waves, the sun shining off the bottom of the clouds, the lush, green grass. The corpse at his feet.

Oh, mate. When I said ‘what’s mine is yours’, I didn’t mean my wife.

He’d bury him here, he thought. Such a lovely view to enjoy for eternity.

Don’t worry, mate, you won’t be stuck here all alone for long. I’ve brought company.

With that in mind, he returned to the car to fetch his cheating wife.

FF – Role Reversal

January 6, 2022 53 comments

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Brenda Cox. It took me forever to think up a story this week.

Copyright Brenda Cox

Hand-painted art was all the rage. And why wouldn’t it be? Since the attempted takeover of the world by intelligent machines (well done, Sci-Fi, you were right), that’s all there was.

After all the scientists and engineers were blamed, put up against a wall and shot (it was presumably a very big wall), creative types were all that were left.

In a completely unexpected reversal of roles, poorer countries became the new “Silicon Valley”, while those left in the actual Silicon Valley, bereft of devices, were left trying to rediscover how to make a pencil work.

Who’d’a thunk it?

FF – It’s Christmas!

December 30, 2021 37 comments

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

Copyright Dale Rogerson

It’s Christmas!

Lights, colours, buying gifts.

It’s Christmas!

Boisterous antics, late nights at the pub.

It’s Christmas!

Bringing home the tree, hanging the decorations.

It’s Christmas!

Even Baz had treated himself. An extra couple of newspapers padded his sleeping bag and he’d pulled it below the overpass to keep out of the worst of the snow. He wasn’t supposed to be under here, but he knew he’d be okay for a week, no-one would move him on until January, because…

It’s Christmas.

FF – End Up Like Cunningham

December 23, 2021 44 comments

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

Cunningham took a moment to smile at the festive scene. He half expected Santa to zoom “ho-ho-ho-ing” across the sky.

He turned his attention back to the man in the back seat, still futilely trying to strangle him. He’d got the angle all wrong.

Amateur.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Cunningham flipped the rear ejector button on the dash of his tricked-out car. The man shot into the air, taking with him Cunningham’s head.

The moral? “Don’t rear-seat-eject someone while they have a garotte around your neck?”

Seems a little specific.

Perhaps… “don’t get cocky or you’ll end up like Cunningham.” We’ll go with that.

A Homonym Too Far

December 16, 2021 48 comments

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

I apologise in advance.

“This wine cellar is so small. I can feel my claustrophobia coming on.

“Why can I never find anything? There are so many bottles. They need organising.

“It always smells so musty down here.

“Here’s my Chateau Lafite 1869. I want to drink it so much but it cost so much money.

“I can’t cope with all this. Why me? Oh, God, WHY ME? Aaaaargh!”

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“Hi Margo, where’s Tarquin?”

“He’s down in his whine cellar.”