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Only Joking – 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 - Roger Bultot

Copyright – Roger Bultot

– Only Joking –

“Hello? Parking Services?”

“Yes, sir. How may I – ?”

“One of the Parks & Recreation Team blokes just chopped down a tree! And it’s on top of my bloody car!”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir.”

“You were supposed to tow away any cars parked in my street today. And you haven’t! Why the hell not?”

“Change of policy, sir. The leader of the Council decided it was cheaper and easier to let residents claim on their insurance in these situations, rather than organise for a tow company to take their cars to the pound.”

“Aaaah! I am the leader of the Council, and it was a bloody joke. How stupid can you get?”

“I really couldn’t comment, sir.”

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Trick Cyclist – 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!

Copyright - anelephantcant

Copyright – anelephantcant

– Trick Cyclist –

When asked, Uncle Shadrach always told people, ‘Oh, I’m just a trick cyclist, nothing earth-shattering.’

My sister Sarah – 15 years my senior and supercilious with it – laughed herself hoarse when I asked how he managed to perform tricks on a bicycle when he was so old and stiff and a bit doddery on his legs.

‘Stupid! Trick cyclist is just slang for psychiatrist – don’t you know anything?’

I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.

One to me, Sarah…

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Genius – 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!

Copyright - Randy Mazie

Copyright – Randy Mazie

– Genius –

Gerald shook his head, then stared at his friend.

To his own satisfaction, Marty couldn’t hold his gaze. “I did what you said. Didn’t I?”

“Really? D’you really think I wanted this?”

“You said you wanted to feel horny again, if it was the last thing you did.”

Gerald sighed. Even as a genie, Marty was a sandwich short of a picnic.

“Idiot! I meant horny as in teenage hormones, you know?! For goodness sake…!”

Marty slumped onto his oversized lamp, rubbing it absentmindedly. “So you didn’t want to be goat in a graveyard then? You didn’t want this to be the last night of your life…?”

No, I didn’t. Now do something about it before I kill you instead…!”

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