Category: Friday Fictioneers
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ATTACK OF THE KILLER CHICKENS
‘Do you know the closest living relative of the dinosaur is?’ Margarita sighed as little Nino stumbled through his favourite fact, delivered with glee every morning when they collected the eggs. ‘No, what is it?’ she played along. ‘The chicken!’ The boy laughed and started chasing after the group of hens in the yard, roaring…
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GETTING BACK TO NORMAL
Archie stretched up and swung the hammer, managing to nudge the satellite dish. ‘How about now?’ he shouted through the window. Agnes checked the television. ‘Still nothing.’ Archie sighed. He was not going to miss the first live football match in four months because the satellite signal was on the blink. He made another lunge…
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THE BALLOON
Here he comes, full of bluster, just like his president. He wasn’t ruining the holiday exactly, but every time that bellowing voice approached the pool area, the patrons visibly slumped. ‘Mornin’ y’all!’ He hefted his great bulk onto a lounger. ‘S’cuse me, boy! A little refreshment over here!’ The pool boy reluctantly answered the beckoning…
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THE STAKEOUT
He ate the last crumbs, rolled up the wrapper and tossed it in the back. Still hungry. Should’ve stopped at a store for provisions on the way. Across the street nothing happened. He stared at the unmoving windows and door. How long had it been? Three hours. Another five before the night shift took over.…
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THE KING’S HEIR
They found him lying between the petals of the ornamental pink flower that was the centrepiece of the fountain. A little too much consumed at the masked ball. Nymphs and faeries ruled the gardens that night, dancing in the shadows created by the fireworks. He had been in good humour, blessing all with goodwill, even…
Iain Kelly 