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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.

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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.