A short story …

for Friday Fictioneers

 

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Look at me in my chef’s outfit.  Smart eh?  Now for a gastronomical masterclass.  Move aside, Gordon Ramsey!

Right.  Crack an egg, plop.  Three more, plop plop plop.  Whoops, one missed!

Add a drop of milk, splash.  Oh, some’s spilt on the floor.

Plug in the whisk, press the button and ….. wizzzz!  Oh, the ceiling! 

Into the pan and a bit of a stir.  Secret ingredient, a little pepper … oh, the top came off the pot!  Never mind.

Onto a plate, well, most of it, and …voila! 

‘Sweetheart, supper’s ready!’ 

‘Why that face? You can’t make an omelette without making a mess!’

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eggcelent-from-todd-foltzThanks to Rochelle for hosting and Todd Foltz for the photo.

 

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A few photos …

for Wordless Wednesday 

 

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The stone circle of Stonehenge was erected in the late Neolithic period about 2500 BC. There are many theories as to who built it and why, the most common being the Druids for sacrificial ceremonies,  but it still remains something of a mystery.

Normally hoards of people turn up to witness the Summer Solstice which this year occurred Monday past.  For the first time ever and for obvious reasons, attendance was banned.

It’s a bit of a trek, but worth it,  I promise you.  Almost there!

 

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Two hundred words …

for Sunday Photo Fiction

 

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llllllllllllllllllllllI’m so tired. I wish I could close my eyes but that’s never going to happen.  At least being marble means the seagull poo doesn’t show unlike that poor granite Goddess over there.  Looks like she’s wearing a white wig!

Here comes another lot.  A straggling crocodile of tourists trying to keep up with their flag-waving guide.

“Over here, this way, that way, stop. Gather round the statue please”.

Some are listening intently, others, chatting among themselves. 

Next up, a shuffling group of Japanese folk stopping every few seconds to take another photograph. Bus, snap, church, snap, taxi, snap, pavement, snap, pigeon, snap, me, snap.

Now a gaggle of schoolgirls, more interested in that bunch of bored boys than they are in me.

Twenty sensibly dressed ladies of a certain age are staring up at me whilst listening  to their guide.  “How interesting, I say, goodness me, well I never, isn’t that fascinating Doris”.

Actually, Doris seems more interested in my nether regions. Don’t you dare touch you little minx!

Their weary hostess is wandering between them now, hoping to gather a little extra cash.

And now she’s off to collect the next band of followers.  See you later darlin’.

 

Thanks to Donna for hosting. The picture is from Pixabay

Forty-six words …

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Gallivant and the limit 46 words.

 

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Greece, Germany and Guatemala, gallivanting Gavin loves travelling.  Greenland, Gambia, and Guadeloupe. Gavin goes everywhere.

Except, of course, Africa, Belgium, China, Denmark ….

Gavin’s got a girlfriend now.  Poppy prefers Portugal, Peru, and Paraguay.

No problem.  Poppy and Gavin are going to Papua New Guinea tomorrow.

 

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A short story …

for Friday Fictioneers

 

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I’d love to be a spy!  I’d sit in a cafe reading a newspaper with a hole in it to peep through. 

I could disguise myself with a false beard and moustache and carry a big magnifying glass.  I could even dress as a woman!

I’d pretend to be a window cleaner and peer into people’s rooms, make phone calls with a handkerchief over the mouthpiece and put on funny accents.  I’d have a camera in my collar and a recorder in my hat.

One day I’d be a delivery driver, another a repairman.

But it’ll never happen.  Fun to imagine though!

 

 

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Seventy-two words …

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Obdurate and the limit just 72 words.

 

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I keep telling her but will she listen? My house, my rules. That’s how it should be, isn’t it?  When I’m at hers I respect her wishes, it’s the polite and decent thing to do.

‘You’re an obdurate young lady’ I said the other day.

‘Thanks‘ she said thinking it was a compliment, but I soon wiped her smile away.

Mine’s an all-male residence and the toilet seat has to remain UP!

 

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A short story …

for Friday Fictioneers

 

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BG‘I know what Keith’s getting you for your birthday’ said Polly.

‘What?’ asked my friend Rosey.

‘Can’t say’

‘A clue?’

‘Begins with B’

‘Booze,  botox,  boob-job?’

‘No’

‘Another clue?’

‘Ends N’

‘I know, a witches broom so I can fly!  No that ends M.  Oh, a balloon ….’

‘Stop!’ interrupted Polly.  ‘Me and my big mouth.  Bye Rosey’.

Rosey was so excited.  She’d always wanted a hot-air balloon ride.  She dug out her passport in case it was windy and they blew to France!

Rosey’s birthday.  A box arrived.  My present.  She opened it and out floated a big balloon.

Sorry, Rosey!

 

ronda-povThanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Ronda Del Boccio for the photo.

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