Goatfather

Copyright Randy Maize

They say the death of an opponent is not a time to gloat.  It is one that should be spent in introspection and reflection.  How we treat our rivals in defeat is a measure of our character.

It is easy to be gracious in victory but how we handle ourselves in the sting of defeat can really define us.

Tish! Tosh! And bah humbug while we are at it.

Can I say that a life time of hearing fairy tales about evil trolls I am glad this goat is finally cooked.

Farewell Billy Goat Gruff, this troll does not forget.

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Word Count : 100.

And before you know it the last Friday Fictioneer prompt for the year is here.   This should have been a serious and reflective piece and that is how I started it.  But then I did have fun with the writing prompts for this year so I flipped it around.  So wishing everyone a very happy new year and to read the other last words for this year, click here. 

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Discarded

Copyright – Adam Ickes

Those shoes had been waiting for a long time.  The location had not changed, on the shoe rack next to the staircase.  Each time he descended they were there, staring at him, a reminder of the last master of the house.

He had often asked her to throw them away but she refused each time, as if they provided legitimacy to her new relationship. 

Look I waited for him was the statement they made, held on to his memories, didn’t discard and throw his belongings..

He threw them out one night, next to the field where his secrets lay buried.

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Word Count : 100.

So the prompt is a reminder that I have been participating in the Friday Fictioneers for a long time now.  This was my entry five years back.  To read the other old and new  Fictioneers this week click here. 

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Shady Deals

Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy

I blame the internet.  Really I do.  Suddenly Google has turned us all into experts.  Jack of all trades and masters of none. 

But I am ranting now. I’ve noticed it’s happening a bit after crossing certain age and I’ve really begin to appreciate my own opinions.

It all started with that book and him saying we too need to spice up our life.

Spice! It’s not enough that I cook those dishes with aromatic spices for him and tubby thinks I should turn tricks at my age!

Next time he won’t be ordering kinky ball and chain set online. 

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Word Count : 100.

Here we are at another week of the Friday Fictioneers and heading into the new year's countdown.  I've gone the slightly cheeky route for this week.  To read the other Fictioneers this week click here. 

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On the Orient Express

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller

Sitting in a train compartment that’s moving in a rhythmic motion I find that the rumbling of the tracks talking to me.  That clanking sound I hear starts beating out words.

‘IknowyoudiditIknowyoudidit’

I dab at the sweat on my brow, furtively casting glances at the other passengers.

‘youleftherdeadyouleftherdead’

My throat feels parched as I wonder if anyone else can hear these words.

I catch that old lady sitting opposite me looking at me, our eyes meet and she puts her head down.

‘sheknowsyoudiditsheknowsyoudidit’

We will be passing through a tunnel soon.  My fingers caress the coiled wire in my pocket.  

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Word Count : 100.

Welcome all to another week of the Friday Fictioneers.  To read what the other Fictioneers overheard this week click here.  My title today is a nod to one of my favourite writers ;-)

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It’s oil good

PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen

It’s getting close to Christmas and his presents have already started to arrive.  He was out during the day so the post has left a packet for him outside the doorstep.  His knees clank as he bends down to pick it up.  It’s probably an early gift from one of his old fellow adventurers. 

The postmark tells him it is from Kansas.  His eyes well up as memories that journey with his friends comes flooding back.

The parcel is heavy but he already knows what’s inside.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that my stock of oilcans is overflowing.

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Word Count : 100.

Welcome all to another week of the Friday Fictioneers.  To read what the other Fictioneers overheard this week click here

You have probably guessed my inspiration for this week so here is a song by Tin Man.