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The bathroom

Geoffrey stood squinting through the fog. The ground beneath him was getting softer, so he knew the river must be close by.

Not being able to see his feet wasn’t new to Geoff. Being a giant meant that there was almost a mile between his toes and his smile.

He fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a torch. The light oozed through the pea soup, leading the way. “A morning bath really shouldn’t be this difficult”, he grumbled to himself. “I bet if I wasn’t a giant I wouldn’t have to wait for the bloody bathroom in the morning.”



Submitted for Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. See if you can write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words.

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Sometimes when the sun shines and the shadows form upon the blinds,
I wonder what I’m doing here, sat at work without a beer.
A coffee in my hand instead – I mean it’s nice and all but like I said –
a frothy beverage with a head on top would really satisfy and not
just make me hotter on a Summer’s day instead of chasing the blues away
with an ice cold lager and a bag of nuts, the sun on my face and eyes tight shut.

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An elbow in my ear

The sun floods down my back whilst my shadow walks ahead.
The day has just begun with no sadness, fear or dread.

An Elbow in my ear and a goose upon my skin.
A song inside my heart and a mile wide Cheshire grin.

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Big orange ball

What is that big orangey ball in the sky?
I sort of remember, but I can’t think why.
It’s making me squint and reach for my shades
to block out the glare of those eye-blinding rays.

Where’s it been hiding? Did it just not care?
That the greyness of winter was having more than it’s share.
And making us all wish for beaches and sand
with waves licking toes and ice creams in hand.

But wait, what is this? One cloud then another
just as I dared to begin dreaming of summer.
Tiny white flakes, and bitter winds blow
and hopes of no coats are buried in snow.



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Let’s talk about the weather

Here is my review of the weather this week in, Kent.

It was sunny.
It was hot.
It was muggy and there was not
a single cloud in the sky
Though I’d not see it,
coz my eye,
was red from the lotion
and the sweat that I’d motioned,
with the backs of my hands
‘cross my profusely dripping glands. 

Way too hot for a big man with a beard.
Bring back the sort of weather that allows for touching, holding and snuggling. None of this sweaty, lethargic, getting-bitten-by-moskitos-coz-the-windows-and-doors-are-always-open nonsense.

I give this weather, 6/10



*Score upped by 4 points due to summer clothing normally being more interesting than winter clobber.

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