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Friday Fictioneers – A Pupil’s Sorrow

I started piano lessons at Miss Shawbridge’s place when I was eight. I always hated them, even though I never disliked her. It was the house which creeped me out, it smelled of death, everything just looked old. They stopped me going to see Miss Shawbridge when I was 13.

I saw her the other week, Alice Shawbridge. I hadn’t seen her in almost eleven years. Despite what I did to her that afternoon she still bears no malice. She’s forgiven me and wishes me no ill, she says. The thing is, I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself.

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

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here!

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Friday Fictioneers – A Man’s Gotta Have His Pride

ff091215‘Hey, Lonnie, some big old chicken gone and robbed the Kwik-Mart in Evansville.’

Wendy-May paused from laughing at the TV report only long enough to suck the remaining barbecue sauce from her chicken wing. It was the best they’d eaten in months. Even little Lonnie Jnr. was being treated to full fat milk instead of formula.

Lonnie returned with a fresh Bud from the cooler. He looked towards Wendy-May and scowled. ‘That’s no chicken, stupid woman. It’s a darned rooster, a rooster.’

‘Ok, honey bun. Sit down and drink your beer.’

Lonnie slumped into his armchair.

‘Were a rooster,’ he mumbled. ‘A rooster!’

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

Friday Fictioneers – One-Way To Botany Bay

ff251115Our passage pitched and rolled its way past the jagged cliffs of St. Mozen Pt. Through the small porthole I watched as the glinting lights of my village faded into the salty, early morning mists.

I had been wrong, I’d said so in court. It weren’t my wheat, but my wife and boys was starving. Surely any man would have done the same – any man.

Transportation,” the judge had said. Not a quiver of emotion in his voice.

Should’ve ‘anged him!” some in the raucous gallery had grumbled.

Ahead now lay months at the mercy of the oceans. Never again to see the lights of home.

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