Category Fiction

Revelations – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyrigth - Janet Webb

Copyright – Janet Webb

– Revelations –

The water has receded without warning. The word ‘magic’ is whispered behind hands of the believers.

For me, such flights of fancy these days are for fools. I believe that the seas have turned to inflict their damage on a far-flung country. I shudder for the people in the tidal path.

We have made up stories for the very little ones of the delightful things to be found under the brackish waves – it extends their childish wonder for a while.

Nobody has thought that mundane items such as supermarket trolleys would be the order of the day.

Still, the kids seem delighted at the chance to play dodgems.

Let them enjoy it, while it lasts.

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Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Happy Days – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

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Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below.  Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

Copyright - A Mixed Bag

Copyright – A Mixed Bag

– Happy Days –

“Sir, we’re stuck.”
“For God’s sake, I know that! Just get them to sort it out!”
“Errr…”
“Is your radio broken? Look, I’ll use my phone. Don’t you have yours on you? What kind of security are you?”
“My radio isn’t broken, sir. They won’t help us.”
“What do you mean? I’ve got a COBRA committee meeting in 25 minutes!”
“I think they know that, sir. That’s why they have us hostage up here -”
“Hostage! What for? Who are they?”
“I understand that they want the London Eye to be nationalised.”
“You’re joking! Really and truly – this is a joke, isn’t it?”
“No, sir. This is just the first of many demands, apparently. They want fun to be owned by the people.”
“What?”
“The Home Secretary is stranded half way up the funicular railway in Aberystwyth, the Deputy Prime Minister is stuck on a boat in the middle of Loch Ness.”
“And who is holding us to ransom, may I ask?”
“The Ministry of Fun, sir.”
“And the joke’s on us, I take it?”
“It rather seems that it is, sir.”

 

Withdrawal Symptoms – Trifecta Week 98

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Mwahahahaha….. I’m baaaack!

Below is my offering for Trifecta’s week 98 challenge word, which is ‘zombie’. As you will see from the Trifecta blog post, the challenge is to write between 33 and 333 words of fiction, non-fiction, poetry or prose, based on the 3rd definition from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary. This week the 3rd definition of ‘zombie’ is:

a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur and fruit juice

I hope you enjoy my offering – please check here for the other entries!

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– Withdrawal Symptoms –

“I’d like to open a bank account please.”

“OK. What’s it for?”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s it for? Paying in your salary, savings, stuff like that.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Well, it’s a bit delicate you see –“

“Hit me with it. I hear all sorts of stuff. I’m not easily shocked.”

“I’d rather not – .”

“Ohhhhh! Let me see if I can guess. Hmmm, Burberry coat, tailored suit, hand-made shoes, Cartier watch – yep, gotcha. Divorce proceedings. You took him to the cleaners, right?”

“Really, I’d rather not –“

“OK, my lovely’. Hold on a mo, let me just have a bit more of my drink. It’s very dry in here, isn’t it?”

“Now you mention it, yes, it is rather. Do you think I could have a drink?”

“Of course, my dear, here you are!”

“Oh my…. This is… Mmmmm, what is it?”

“A Zombie. To celebrate the holiday season, bring new customers in. If you ask me, Hallowe’en isn’t a holiday, not here. Not like America. Have you been to America? I’ve not, never, no. Would love to one day, if I ever meet someone rich…”

“It’s fabulous! I went to uhmm, oh, what’s that place called? I just can’t quite… Oh, don’t mind if I do, yes, thank you, this is lovely, very thirst-quenching, mmm…”

“You were saying, about being rich? Look, this is the perfect bank account. I’ve been working on it whilst we’ve been talking. Here, give me your other bank card, that’s right, just tap a few numbers in here, just, like, that and bingo! Job done. Money transferred.”

“Oh! I – “

“Yes, I’m very efficient, that’s what they all say. Now, we’re just about to close, so if you don’t mind – thank you, goodbye now!”

“Nice one, Al. Right, better wrap this place up and get a move on before the police catch up with us.”

“Drinks are on me and, what’s her name? Mrs Arlingham-Ward. What a lovely, lovely lady!”

“Cheers, mate!”

“Cheers!”

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