Wednesday, November 09, 2022

Invisible

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


Looking back she could never tell of the day she became invisible.  Perhaps it was a gradual process over the years of being ignored and having her opinions go unheard.

Her own family would make plans without her, barely remembering she existed except when they wanted something done.

Sometimes she would see them enter a room, scrunching their eyes and scanning the room till they found her.  They would come over and make desultory conversation till the words tapered off and they wandered away.

As time went by she found the invisibility liberating, enjoying the freedom that came with it.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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Friday, November 04, 2022

Driving Me Crazy

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

Say Boss 

Ya Tony?

Ya gotta get me another car.

Wassa matter with dis one?

Folks don’t take me seriously Boss.

Explain yourself Tony.

Yesterday I drove downtown to make da hit on Fat Albert.   His weasels were lurking around with his henchman Crosseye.  He look across da road and say ‘Hey Tony,  didn’t know youse worked for Santa, how’s de Elf Mobile?’

Den the weasels start sniggering. I gets mad and shoot all five and finish Fat Albert.

Ya done good Tony.

But now my street name be Tony Da Elf Mobile Driver, who’s gonna be scared of dat?




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It's a dialogue only story this week or as I sometimes call it 'my weakly offering'.  I hope it works.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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Sunday, October 30, 2022

Alone Again

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds


What great campsite he ruminated.  There is something to be said about living in nature.   His fingers rummaged through the esky seeking another beer can. 

Except he wasn’t meant to be alone. 

The love of his life who he had met last week was to be with him. 

He even had a ring that he had planned to put in her breakfast bowl as a surprise. 

The trip was a surprise.  She thought they were going on a picnic. 

He should have never told her about the weekend plans at the service station. 

At least she left the beer behind. 



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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100


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Friday, October 14, 2022

The Happy Place

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


There are only two of them left in the playground now.  The incessant showers during the day have left it slippery and bereft of visitors except for them.  Neither one of them is willing to walk away from their happy place.

“Look at me mommy I am balancing” his voice reverberates through the air.  She closes her eyes capturing his movement on every swing and slide here.

He finds her drenched standing at the edge of the empty park where their son used to play.  Her eyes moisten as she sees him.  Their hands interlace as they walk quietly away.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I have a feeling that many of the stories this week will reflect on that terrible massacre in the daycare centre in northeast Thailand.  What is our world coming to?

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Wednesday, October 05, 2022

The Departure Lounge

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart


“Is this seat taken?” I ask.

The trick is to inject that note of shy hesitancy.  Makes you seem vulnerable and needy and there are always those kind pottering around airports.  

He briefly looks over his book and tells me to take it. 

As always he is drinking coffee in a cup.  For me those takeaway cups with lids are an occupational hazard.

They chose me for my ability to slip something unnoticed in a drink, a task done many times before for the Supreme Leader.

Never walk away afterwards.  And it helps to raise an alarm to avoid suspicion.

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 Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Wow! I can't believe I've not written anything for over a year now.  I suppose writing code does not count either.  Well one way to ease back into Friday Fictioneers is to start by having a body count.

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