Friday Fictioneers #32: the wrong meeting, the prayer strange.

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It was the wrong meeting, the prayer strange:

god

save me from the things I cannot stand

for I am the best penguin

for ever and ever

amen.

They talked through the hour about the same thing: what’s cheese for? Men who had been running from cheese their whole lives, fatally drawn to it until they had found the halls. He was glad to get out of there.

He found himself in a park with three brightly-coloured doors near a tree. A girl sat astride a branch.

Which one do you want? she said. Cheddar, Danish blue or red Leicester?

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

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Friday Fictioneers #31: just keep going.

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How much is the manikin?

It isn’t for sale, sir. Only the wedding dress is for sale.

How much is the manikin?

It isn’t for sale, sir. We use it for display purposes.

Are you Jones?

Yesss…

I’ve been meditating for two days, under the pier. I knew Dan Friedkind. I met him on mount Lebanon. How much is the manikin?

How much have you got?

About 20 Kroner.

That’ll do it.

Anything else?

Which way is north?

Go up past the amusement arcade, at the roundabout take the second exit. Just keep going.

Just keep going?

Just keep going.

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 #30: keep shouting, shouting’s important.

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“What happened to him?”

“You know where the bike racks are outside Fresh & Wild, how that road gets about hometime?”

“Yeh.”

“He’d just come out, he’s unlocking his bike, his back sticking into the road. A car came along, too close to the kerb, destroyed his spine.”

“Shit.”

“Died in the ambulance.”

“And he wanted to be scattered here?”

“Yep.”

“Was that his mother at the service?”

“She’d been with the priest. He was very drunk, he told her, keep shouting, shouting’s important! And off she went.”

“You got the urn?”

“Yeah.”

“How long we got?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

 

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 #29: the mystery of the Marie Celeste.

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How’s this work?

You stand at ten paces. You get one shot, you have to destroy one of the pieces without damaging the others. You do that, you get to choose one of the surviving pieces. Inside one of them is an address and a keycode for a deposit box, where you’ll find the answers to three questions: what really happened on 911, what happened to the Marie Celeste, why was Family Affairs cancelled.

Jenkins walked the ten paces. He took aim. He knew what had happened on 911, but the mystery of the Marie Celeste had always intrigued him.

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