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I used to love it when he took me for walks. The longer the better.
We’d often end up off the beaten track; looking for exciting, unexplored areas behind the city. A quiet escape from the usual bustle of everyday life.

It was tiring. She was always quite demanding but the older she got the more those demands irked. Scratching at the door to be walked, or for food, or to see her friends. The incontinence was bad enough, but one day she turned and bit me.

Last Sunday, I strolled behind as I took her for one last walk.


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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to all those that read and comment. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve come up with this week.

Friday Fictioneers. Your favourite Friday flash fiction… every Wednesday.

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Unbelievable Stories

And so it came to pass that my antipodean friend (and yours), Jessie Ansons, challenged me via Twitter to reply to her groovy slice of Friday Fiction (which you can, and should, read here). So, because I don’t like shirking a challenge (and because I was scared she’d call me names if I didn’t) I did. Here goes.

Unbelievable Stories

I’ve been teasing the boy since the day he was born.
His father, my son, thought it was funny, though torn,
‘coz his Mrs, you see, was ne’er fond of a laugh;
spending her days with a stick up her…


So when he was older, around eight or nine,
I told him a story of these fingers of mine.
The old maze out the back was the perfect of hooks,
and as the story unfolded he gave me a look.

Of fear
Of amazement
Of sadness.

But worth it for the cuddle in this comfy old chair.

Catch up with the rest of the Friday Fiction stories over at Rochelle’s blog. 1 photo. 100 words. Endless possibilities.


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Doesn’t feel right

I’ve been dreaming of you with my eyes wide open
Thinking of things with my lids shut tight
You can spin the truth however you want it
but the fact remains, this doesn’t feel right.

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