Friday Fictioneers #49: to let out the pressure when you’ve eaten too much.

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Ooh she said, I should never have eaten that much.

Do you want a screwdriver?

You mean a drink?

No, a screwdriver. Why do you think your belly button’s where it is? With a line across it?

Because that’s how my umbilical cord was cut?

You don’t believe that do you? It’s to let out the pressure when you’ve eaten too much. All you need’s a flat-head.

Phooey.

All right, I’ll prove it to you.

Moments later he was back with a flat-head.

Now, lean back, he said.

Where did that chandelier come from? I haven’t seen that before. Ohh…


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 #48: one way or another.

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After we’d put her in the ground we had a drink, then went back to the house. It was shuttered up, the power cut off. Inside, Leonie wanted coffee.

There’s no power.

There’s gas. I see a bottle.

OK.

I put the percolator on. As it started to hiss and bubble and burn, Leonie looked around.

Why’s the power off?

Has been for years. She thought she was allergic to electricity.

She some kind of survivalist? she asked, indicating the flashlight and the fire extinguisher.

She was. The end couldn’t come soon enough for her.

One way or another.

Yeah.


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 #47: through that gap in all his glory.

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This is where it all began he said, he came through that gap in all his glory and laid it down.

That right?

It’s in the bible, man is born free but everywhere he’s in chains.

That the bible?

Yep. Black and white.

I yawned. It was early.

What’s on the other side of the gap? I asked

No-one knows.

I turned away from the sea and crouched down by the giant chain, poked a finger into some algae. Otto was an idiot but he was the only one willing to bring me here. The others were wary of outsiders.


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