Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers

The Ghost: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on December 15, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

“Orbs are ghosts.” Colin was adamant. “No they’re not. You can see that’s no ghost. It’s on a pole holding it up.” Riley shook the pole  to emphasize his point. “Stupid. That is just a metal ball. The orb is … Continue reading →

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Becoming Frigid: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on December 10, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

“C’mmon darlin’. You know you want it,” Rupert slurred. His drunken. lecherous eyes undressed her. Charleen felt the coldness invading her body, starting at her head and working its way down inch by inch until she stood, frigid beside him. … Continue reading →

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The patient: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on November 30, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

Fran was allocated the new arrival in Bed 6.  Despite the handover she was unprepared for the stench that filled her nostrils on entering the cubicle. He lay, unconsious, in a foetal position. The pores of his skin black with … Continue reading →

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Clearing the Clutter: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on November 23, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

Closet Clutter. Clocks and candles, carpet bags and cosy slippers filled the cupboard to overflowing. Aunt Maisie hadn’t cared as long as the rest of the house was pristine perfect, untouched and unsullied. Jennie leant on the door, remembering how … Continue reading →

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Chat noir: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on November 15, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

It was a disaster waiting to happen, During the renovations flamable paints were left lying around in amongst debris that needed only a spark to set it alight. The fire had smouldered before igniting the experts decreed. A preventable accident. … Continue reading →

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The North Face: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on November 8, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

“I’m going to climb the North Face of the Eiger.” “Don’t be stupid. You’re not that good a climber.” “Give me some moral support. I’m not asking you to climb it with me.” “It’s just that so many people have … Continue reading →

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Alone: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on November 3, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

His presence was everywhere. Picking up a candlestick Blanche remembered that holiday to France fifty years ago. Robert had bought one in every town they stayed. “We’ll remember the night we conceived with one of these” he had laughed when … Continue reading →

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Walking on Water: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on October 25, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

  “I’m going to the ampitheatre.” Bhoudi stamped her foot. “I have to, if I’m to be saved.” “We should go with her. What if the end of the world is nigh?” Bhoudi smiled her thanks to her mother. She … Continue reading →

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Waiting: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on October 19, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

He told me to meet him under the oak tree. Sit at one of the tables and wait. All the others were empty. I sat. I waited. How long did he expect me to wait? Inconsiderate: my time was also … Continue reading →

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Possibly the last: Friday Fictioneers

Posted on October 12, 2017 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

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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