The Land of Opportunities

‘Your mama is so fat, that—’
A long, low booing resonated from the audience.
‘Okay! okay…Have you ever heard of the koi who was coy with his wife?’
‘Get off the stage!’
‘No, no wait…Okay; man walks in a bar—‘
Whizz. Glass shattered on the stage.
Damian ran out of the theatre for his life. He sat in the dark alley next to the backstage door analyzing the scribbled list in front of him.
‘Garbage Collector’ was next.
A man’s voice startled him; ‘How much for half an hour?’
Damian froze for a second, then shrugged. No reason ‘Male Prostitute’ shouldn’t be on that list.

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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

For Trifecta and Friday Fictioneers. Two in one; economizing in this economy.  The word given by Trifecta is: BOO – 3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly. Friday Fictioneers, on  the other hand, gave us the lovely picture above.

The Monster in my Head

I feel tentacles rising, slithering up, wrapping themselves around my brain, consuming it.

My full mental power comes to my defense.

I hack, but Doubt creeps up again and takes over my head.

For Trifextra.  The challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place.  Hope this qualifies.

Rubbish on the Bay

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copyright -Janet Webb

We stood on the sand and watched them go. ‘We’; the sick, the old, the crippled and the slow, surrounded by the debris they left behind; discarded bags, empty trolleys.

Some were still arriving at the bay, dragging injured legs behind; their expression turning to unspeakable desperation when they realized they were too late. Continue reading

Hand-me-downs

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Copyright – John Nixon

The dress was made at a bargain; a war was on and all the bride cared about was her prince in his freshly-pressed uniform. The groom left for France the day after the wedding.  He was shot in a ditch a week later.

The second bride, a cousin of the first, married a doctor in that dress.  The bride died of a fever her husband couldn’t cure.

Being a scientific man, the doctor never suspected that it was the curse on the dress that carried his girl away, and so the dress now stands in the shop, attracting prey.

For Friday Fictioneers,  I really like this week’s picture, particularly because I love vintage wear! I love the story each garment can tell; who wore the dress? Why was it thrown away? Was there a first kiss in this dress? Was there a break up?

I had about 10 other ideas for this picture, but since I’m quite late, all my crispy concepts where taken by the time I read through all the brilliant posts.  So, I settled for this one.  Hope you like it 🙂

Journey’s End

A dark wave broke against the boat, tilting the starboard lip precariously close to the waterline; not for the first time, nor for the hundredth time.  The boat rocked on, cradling our nausea, nourishing our fear.

We were no seamen, not a single one of us. And yet, here we were; fourteen souls packed tight on a piece of wood barely qualifying for the term ‘boat’.

Adjoa screamed; a sound that cut through the thunder and made my insides hurt.

‘Shut that pie-hole, woman!’

Eniola sent a poisonous look in Paki’s direction and shifted slightly, barring Adjoa from Paki. He had been raising one hell after another since we left Libya, but Eniola had so far managed to contain him. Continue reading

Invasion, NY

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Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Invasion, NY

We watched them stomp across the water into the harbour; marching in a disciplined straight line, their giraffe-like necks moving backwards and forwards with each stride.

We were the last to leave; squeezed into the only remaining boat that was much too small.

The invaders made it inland and the screams became a howl; a frenzied cry of terror that carried over the water, past the broken statue.

Then another sound.

The motor on our boat coughed and died.  Our eyes mirrored terror, then resignation as we waited while the current carried us back towards the screams.

For Friday Fictioneers.  Hope you liked it 🙂