Friday Fictioneers #20: D flat, slightly off.

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This machine eats fascists’ the sticker said, and Nerdwell thought, that’s odd. He moved closer. Leaned into the keys, a faint glow coming from the back. The woman in the orange hat smiled, she knew all about Nerdwell. He touched a key: D flat, slightly off, but a little more light was released. And then he was in, the air squeezed out of him, his upper torso now somewhere else, and as his brain shut down and he remembered his ninth birthday party, he thought, it is alright to have extreme opinions so long as you keep them to yourself.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo-prompt flash fiction challenge, curated by the wonderful Rochelle Wishoff-Fields, and open to anybody. Full details here.

 

Friday Fictioneers #19: bits of you.

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“That’s you, Ted” Chris said. “Bits of you just don’t seem to fit together.” We were standing on the pavement in the snow, looking in the window of Hamleys, dressed in heavy overcoats and black rags, our boots open at the toes, the uppers secured with garden twine in lieu of laces. The display took up the entire window, a green and verdant background for a new supertoy. Somebody was going to have a smashing Christmas. It wouldn’t be us. The 1980s as you read of them today moved inexorably toward us, then slid silently overhead, never quite touching us.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo-prompt flash fiction challenge, curated by the wonderful Rochelle Wishoff-Fields, and open to anybody. Full details here.