Stone the crows

“I wish I was immortalised in stone,” mused Henry.

Chris pondered this strange statement from his friend. He’d heard some odd waffle from his companion over the course of 67 years, but this was right up there.

“But you wouldn’t be able to move,” he offered. “You’d be encased in granite or marble, or limestone. You’d be stiffened beyond all reasonable realms of movement. You’d be stuck solid, wherever you last stood, for hundred of years to come. And that’s without bringing the pigeons into consideration.”

“Shit,” Henry conceded. “Not only that, but I’d probably miss the next World Cup.”


Somewhat late to the party this week – having had some time off. Still, here is my offering for Friday Fictioneers.


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7 thoughts on “Stone the crows

  1. Be careful what you wish for – good friend to remind him of that.

  2. Dear Mr. B,

    Be careful what you wish for.



  3. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Mr. Binks, The pigeon poop was enough to cancel the contract for me. Cute story, as usual. Nice! Nan 🙂

  4. Mr. Binks, Good story and well written as usual. I’m glad someone talked sense to him and he listened. 🙂 —Susan

  5. Christ the Redeemer’s lucky he was pointed the right way, or he would have missed all the games.

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