Monthly Archives: September 2013

Journey

Submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers in response the photo attached below. It’s a lot of fun trying to hit that 100 word mark. why not give it a go!

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“Here we are.” John pulled the car over and pointed. Jane peered through the window and back to John.

“What do you think? It’s not much but the neighbours are real nice”.

Jane looked back through the window, her mouth agape.

“Well, do you want to come in?” his voice quivering with anticipation.

Many responses lined up in Jane’s head and as she filtered through them she continued to stare at the house they had driven 50 miles to reach.

Jane turned to John, looked him in the eyes and without missing a single beat replied, “What. The. Actual. Fuck?”

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Frozen in time

See the problem with being frozen in time is that even when you want to call out, you can’t.

According to the newspaper I saw being read yesterday in front of the shop, it’s now 2013.
57 long, lonely years since my wedding day and not once have I complained about this whole “being frozen in time” thing.

I’ve never shown bitterness, or anger. Never screamed out at the fact that I’ve missed my Percy every day since, nor complained when I’ve been moved from pillar to post, but right now, all I want to do is call his name.

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Submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers in response the photo attached below. It’s a lot of fun trying to hit that 100 word mark. why not give it a go!

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How to park

Have you ever had that thing where you drive to the supermarket or the shopping mall, park your car in a bay, get out, lock it and look around for some sort of sign or landmark by which to remember quickly and easily the location of said car?

It always seems like such a good idea until you finish shopping, only to return to the scene of the parking and find out that someone or something has moved the landmark or painted over the sign that says “MY CAR IS HERE!”

Well I’m like that with my little yellow bike.

 

Submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers in response the photo attached below. It’s a lot of fun trying to hit that 100 word mark. why not give it a go!

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The funeral

“How was your funeral?” she asked. She had meant “THE funeral”; I’m fairly sure I’m not dead.

Two days ago I wore a black tie with my white shirt; it had just felt like a black tie with a white shirt kind of day. She looked at me and realised I was 15% less scruffy-looking than I generally appear. Noting the tie she had asked if I had a job interview. “LOL”.

I sat stoney-faced and replied, “I have a funeral to go to”.

“Oh.”

My day went uninterrupted after that.

“How was your funeral?” she asked this morning.

“Dead good” I replied.

“Oh.”

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