Snow Story – Friday Fictioneers 16 February 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Snow Story

“Shriek! Squeal!! Look! Mum!!”

“It’s snowed!” Sadie’s excited high pitched voice was soaked up and dampened by the effect of the snow as she danced on the spot under the porch.

“I want to be the first to make footprints!” she squealed, dashing back indoors to grab her wellies.

It rarely snowed where she lived and she’d prayed for weeks on end for a snowfall before winter disappeared again.

Unbeknownst to her, Garby loved snow too and was equally intent on investigating the white stuff.

As she opened the door, Garby came charging out, his paws christening the snow!

“Garby!!”

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Fair Grounds and Friendship – Friday Fictioneers 19 January 2018

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Fair Grounds and Friendship

“No way! I am not going on that!”

“You agreed!”

“I most certainly did not!”

“Yes, you did. You don’t renege on a bet.“

“Remember, what we agreed? If you won, we’d have afternoon tea by the river. If I won, we’d visit the travelling fair and sit under one of those nice umbrellas. You lost.”

“And you said we’d sit under a nice umbrella. You didn’t say anything about it moving. And anyway, that’s not a proper umbrella.”

“Don’t split hairs!”

“Split hairs?! I think you’ve shredded them!”

“Come on, let’s not fight, it could be fun.”

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Two Friends A-Musing – Friday Fictioneers 22 December 2017


PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

 

Two Friends A-Musing…

“Do you believe in parallel universes?”

“I don’t discount anything; just because I’m not aware of it doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t there.”

“Hell, that’s a concept I can’t get my head around. What planet you on?”

“Same as you, I think,” she laughed.

“If everything we focus on becomes manifest in our universe, eventually, as we have a time buffer…” she mused.

“…imagine a parallel universe where the manifestation was instant.”

“Every time I said ‘hat’s off to them’ …”

“I’d have a pile of hats big enough to set up shop,” she giggled.

“But shops would be obsolete.”

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Guilty Pleasure – Friday Fictioneers 8 December 2017


PHOTO PROMPT Dale Rogerson

Guilty Pleasure
The silence was tangible. Painful.
Every now and then a rustle of movement was heard, a creak of footwear, a stifled cough.
Charlie tried to swallow quietly, his heart shouted his guilty presence.
“I’m quite prepared to stand here all day!” the Master threatened.
Ted slowly turned, glowering at Charlie.
“Which bright spark of a budding scientist is responsible for the nature artwork in the school yard?”
Supressed laughter disturbed the silence as Charlie’s pores opened – glistening, exposing his fear.
”Well?!” the Master hollered.
Shaking, Charlie slowly raised his hand.
“Please Sir, it’s a Christmas tree!”
Detonation! Laughter Boomed!

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Bothy Blues – Friday Fictioneers 1 December 2017


PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

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Bothy Blues

“Is ee ’avin a laf?”

“Ee sed quaint!”

Quaint?!”

“Drop the ‘qu’. It ‘aint’!

“It ain’t rustic.”

“It ain’t quaint.”

“It ain’t even ‘abitable!”

“An as for ‘spectacular views’!”

“I want ’em throu’ a bloody window!”

“Not an ‘ole in’t wall.”

“An ee wants money for that?!”

“A’d want payin’ to stay eer!”

“Bloody crook ee is!”

“Maybe we could get him to put a door on it,” Mable offered meekly, hoping to dampen his ire.

What?” he roared.

“’To Let’! Should’ve read ‘Toilet’!”

Hell! Maybe it did?!”

“Let’s go… we need to find a bed for the night.”

In the Hot House – Friday Fictioneers 17 November 2017


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

In the Hot House

“Oh wow, Grandad look! These are something else!”

Look! They’ve got bright spotlights on them and… look, they’ve also got powerful water jets… they’re amazing… and the ladders… they’re really really long… and they’re winding out really fast!”

“Yes Bobby, let’s just watch a minute and see how they manoeuvre the ladders.”

Wow, they spin right round too!”

“Can’t wait to tell Charlie what I’ve seen today…”

“…and wait ‘til I tell mum!”

Grandad took a deep, audible breath.

Oh dear, I’m in the hot house again!

“Now I know exactly what I want to ask Santa for Christmas!”

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