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Friday Fictioneers – Memories of Pripyat

ff260815Cracked strip lights pulse in time with the spluttering generator. Most of the lockers remain shut tight, their contents hidden since that weekend in 1986. Here and there a few lie open on rusted hinges – within, faded photos of wives and children, a copy of Pravda, a scarf, gloves, pairs of fur-lined boots, a brown leather jacket. Once cherished possessions discarded without a seconds thought.

The counter around my neck begins to click – it’s warning angrier than before: my time is running out. I take one last picture before I put my camera away and make for the open door, and daylight.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. 

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Friday Fictioneers – The Runaway

ff120815Alice was the pretty face behind the window at the Chicken Shack on Williams and 23rd. She went to work as usual that day, she just never came home.

“Small green feller, eyes like a Lizard – plumb dragged her into his spaceship,” said Hairy Bob. Hairy’s liking for cheap liquor made him a great one for stories.

Alice’s boy, Tommy, now lives with his grandma. He doesn’t understand that his mother has gone, and probably never will.  There’s rumour of a woman the spit of Alice being seen over in Harbourdale with another man, and other children. Round here folks prefer to think that, just maybe, Hairy was telling the truth after all.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.