He rose at dawn, tidied the lounge and polished the silver. He ironed the newspaper, prepared breakfast, opened the curtains, greeted his Master, laid out his clothes, and ran his bath. Butterworth was a loyal worker, but under-appreciated. Soon he would leave, unannounced. He rose at dawn, tidied the lounge and polished the silver. He… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers
Beatrice returned home having enjoyed tea, finger sandwiches and dainty cakes with her lady friends. She swept through the front door and glided down the hall brushing a speck of dust from a shelf and straightening a vase as she passed. ‘I’m home George’ she sang as she entered the lounge. Her smile dissolved… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction
Sunday Photo Fiction Billy’s ambition was to be a famous ventriloquist and perform on the stage of a West End theatre. He made it to the West End, but only to the pavement outside a theatre where he stood with one hand up a monkey puppet’s bottom, the other shielding his mouth. He called… Continue reading It’s Sunday again!
. The door flew open and in he hopped. ‘Hi, I’m Cassidy. I’ve lost a leg. I had too many at the pub last night and got legless, literally’ ‘Let’s see’ said Lost-Property-Man scrolling down his computer screen. ‘Pro...pros...prosthetics. I’ve got an arm, an ear, a glass eye.. ah, a left leg!’ ‘Mines a… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers.
Sunday Photo Fiction Hey Peggy, guess what! Well, Jacky from number 582, saw her from 595 sneaking into number 593. There’s obviously something going on. Annie from 610 agrees. Trotting up the road before 593’s wife is barely out of sight isn’t on, is it? Look, there’s Janet from number 618 – Janet, come… Continue reading A 200 word story
Friday Fictioneers I just sang Walk on By and they walked on by. I used to have a studio. I made records, sold lots. I filled halls, played festivals. Now look at me. In my guitar case, there’s just a few coppers, a pound coin and screwed-up chocolate wrapper. See him, posing for selfies?… Continue reading A 100 Word Story
When I am old Does it mean I’ll be wise? How far will I see With my tired old eyes? If I become frail And a little bit ill I’ll need to know What’s over the hill To see what’s beyond I’ll climb to the peak At least, that’s the plan If… Continue reading FFfAW
‘¿Eduado por qué hablan en inglés?’ ‘I’m speakie English because I wanna tourists come to our bar Marianna’ Eduardo and Mariana ran La Cocina de la Abuela in Mexico City. Things had been a bit slow of late, so Eduardo thought he could increase their trade by welcoming foreigners with open arms. ‘¿Por qué cambiaste… Continue reading Sunday Photo Fiction
Friday Fictioneers ‘Forward’ ordered Gideon. Hercules his trusty horse tugged on the rope and for the last time, narrowboat Marion set off along the canal. That night he carved his initials and the date on the cabin door and walked away. Gideon sold Marion. Hercules went to a new home. * ‘How old is… Continue reading 100 Words
It was late, very late. Silver shards of moonlight led me twixt trees and bushes then into a clearing. I felt hot breath on my neck. I turned and held out my hand, but saw no one. I heard music, a melody sweet as honey. Looking up I saw her, atop a… Continue reading The Sunday Whirl