Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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A VERY BRITISH DAY OUT
‘Take the next left onto B709,’ says the satnav. ‘Where is she taking us?’ says the passenger. ‘I’m just following the directions, dear,’ says the driver. ‘Are we there yet?’ From the backseat. ’10 minutes away,’ says the passenger, ‘I can see the castle from here.’ ‘You said that 5 minutes ago!’ ‘It’s these bloody…
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THE HANGING ROOM
Somewhere in the rural midwestern USA, after the war has ended. ‘Why bomb a barn way out here? They’ve blown the roof right off. ‘Never had a roof. Was meant to be like this.’ ‘Why have a barn with no roof. What was it for?’ ‘Hangings.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah. Could get about ten on each bar.…
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SPINSTER
There was no thread left, but she kept the wheel spinning. They had all left her. Left her traditional values. They told her to embrace modern life. She didn’t want to. When Cassandra told her about her girlfriend, she’d tried to accept it. When Cassandra told her they were expecting a child, she smiled through…
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OVERTURNED
Another town. She rolled up the side of the tarpaulin and tied it tight. Around her the other vans set out their stalls. This town needed her flowers. She sensed a sadness. A young woman walked by. She picked her freshest daffodils and called to her. The woman approached. She pulled her in close and…