Monthly Archives: January 2017

Friday Fictioneers – Clearing The Way

ff250117Frank cursed quietly under his breath as he placed the handset back into its cradle. ‘A blown engine out on the Little Williams road.’

‘Oh, no, Frank, not again. Isn’t there anyone else who could go?’ Missy protested.

His wife knew fine well there wasn’t: his was the only pick-up truck for 100 miles.

‘Don’t wait up, love,’ he said. ‘It’s at least a two hour job, longer if they need towed into Greenburg.’

Missy had no intention of waiting up. Mr Brown from across the street had played his part. She now had to play hers and slip into something more comfortable before he arrived.

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These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.  

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Friday Fictioneers – Starting Over

ff180117A blazing sun shone over the fertile savannah. From the flowering branches of an acacia tree, a bearded vulture swooped to pick clean the last morsels of rotting sinew on a week old carcass. Two young lion cubs stumbled yawning from the bush, quickly followed by their concerned mother.

Dr Zerlon Juniper smiled a satisfied smile as he surveyed the scene from his observation bunker. Even by his own notoriously cautious standards the colonisation project had been an unmitigated success. As Dr Juniper continued to monitor his work, a troop of elephants rumbled majestically over the shimmering Mars horizon.

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These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.  

Friday Fictioneers – Caught On The Job

ff110117The down arrow gently pulsed. I could have walked, but 29 floors was a long way and there was no rush. While waiting, I briefly reflected on a job well done, a particularly troublesome loose-end tied up once and for all.

A door clicked shut behind me. I turned to see a figure emerging from the gloom.

Shit.

It was 4:15 in the morning. Why was she there? I was told nobody would be there.

I smiled and stood to one side as the lift door slowly opened. I wouldn’t get paid double, but when my liberty was at stake, not even money mattered.

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These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.  

Friday Fictioneers – Debt Crisis

ff050117Most days, the twisting lane down to Hennigan’s farm lay silent. Only the rumble of Frank’s rusty tractor occasionally besmirched the rural hush. In summers though, desperately needed visitors would weave their way down the lane to buy the farm’s prize asset, Hennigan cider. There hadn’t been nearly enough visitors this summer, or last, and the farm was in trouble.

From her kitchen, Mary Hennigan peered out between autumn raindrops towards the barn. Frank’s Labrador had been barking, and now he’d started to howl. Buttoning up her raincoat, Mary set out for the barn, cursing both Frank and his stupid dog on the way.

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The words above form my first Friday Fictioneers story of 2017.  

Happy New Year to all my fellow FF’rs.