Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers

Possibly the last: Friday Fictioneers

Pulverised garden worms. Adam had used his wife’s food processor whilst she was out making a tasty meal for the mynor bird he’d captured earlier in the day.  “C’mmon Tweety Pie. Just in case. Open wide.” The bird obliged and … Continue reading

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Retribution: Friday Fictioneers 6th October 2017

Home. The ferry was more inviting. Jan unwound herself from the bench. “Come on. You can do it.” Almost reluctantly she walked up the hill, guided by the moonlight, to the house she’d left twenty years earlier.   Her parents slept. … Continue reading

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Wink murder: Friday Fictioneers

It was Andreana’s sixteenth birthday. She chose the games they played,  pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, blind man’s bluff and pass the parcel. She’d seen the smile Alec gave Veda. Miserable, she wanted to cry. Instead she … Continue reading

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Jacques : Friday Fictioneers

“Jacques, Come to dinner this instant.” Annoyance filled his mother’s voice. “What’s up with you ?” Her husband asked mildly. “Jacques has not taken that diving helmet off all day. Jules Vern really does have a lot to answer for.” … Continue reading

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A heart of Stone: Friday Fictioneers

Cassandra looked out from the verandah of the grand columned house they’d built over to the hovel she and Alain had shared when she first came to this valley as a bride. They were happy then. Planning for the future, … Continue reading

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Guilt: Friday Fictioneers

Imploring. Beseeching. Would the image of those children’s eyes, the colour of the wet rocks ever leave me? Those rocks were the only reminder now the sea was calm. It held none of the menace of that day. The small … Continue reading

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A Halt in the line: Friday Fictioneers

Three days had passed and not a soul had sat in the waiting room. “I’m bored.” Gabe idly flicked through the register book. “It’s unbelievable. No-one has come to us. They can’t all have been bad.” “You wouldn’t think so. … Continue reading

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