Category: Friday Fictioneers
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ROAD TO NOWHERE
They couldn’t be it. After following the track through the forest for three days, this couldn’t be the end. The broken track hung in mid-air. The others looked at him. They were tired, hungry and desperate. And angry. It was Barnaby that challenged him. ‘What now?’ He had no answer. They had trusted him, and…
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MAKING A MARK
‘It seems they broke in and found themselves indisposed.’ ‘Indisposed?’ ‘The toilet, Sir.’ ‘And this is the best chance we have?’ ‘Yes, Sir. No fingerprints, no footprints, no strands of hair. A professional job.’ ‘Except they forgot to flush, eh? Not brought up right.’ ‘No, Sir. We’ve extracted three pieces of loo roll. One is…
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A FEW TECHNOLOGICAL ISSUES
Last week had gone so well. Seeing all the regular faces, some on grainy webcams, some in the synagogue. It felt good to preach again. Now, the loudspeaker wouldn’t switch on, he’d forgotten the login for his Zoom account and the wi-fi kept dropping out. ‘I think I’ve found your problem.’ Ben got up from…
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THE WRONG GUY
The man arrived in reception and shouted his name. ‘Guy?’ He stood up and walked towards him, ‘Hello.’ ‘This way, we haven’t got much time.’ Odd, he thought, his interview for a BBC accountant job wasn’t for another twenty minutes. They hurried along corridors. ‘It’ll be Karen interviewing you. Just give her the answers and…
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ONE LAST SHOW
Ultraviolet spotlights checked. Chairs unfolded. The old hall was looking good. Breathe in and get that musty scent. This was where it all started. They had been on quite a journey since then. Now, time for one last show. ‘Okay, open the doors.’ He watched them enter from behind the curtain. In they came, gathered…
Iain Kelly 