Bad ending? Maybe, but hold on, it’s a new day, something will occur.
We could play Scrabble? What do you think? Got the board right here… excellent!
Who’s going to start? Okay, it can be you then; so now we’re busy.
Happy face, good!
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Image credit: Puscas Adrian@Unsplash
This image shows4 colourful keys, not usually part of a keyboard. The black one has “bad” printed on it, the white one says “end,” the grey one says “ing,” and the orange one has a sad face.
‘That’s odd.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well… look.’ They both stopped.
‘It’s a new building.’ ‘So?’ ‘All those structures feel unreal.’ ‘What??’ She continued to stare. ‘Definitely peculiar.’
‘But I wonder whether we could get a coffee there?’
They walked up to the building, but then they were both stumped. ‘There’s no doors.’ They peered into the coffee area, although there was no coffee brewing. ‘I don’t think they are real people. They’re definitely busy, but I’m sure they are all bots and artificial cloning things.’
Suddenly all the windows became opaque. ‘More than weird.’ ‘Let’s back away… and quickly.’
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Historical Fiction Word Count: 100
There was an announcement from the loudspeaker on the train which said, ‘it will arrive at the station in four minutes’ – ‘that’s our cue,’ grinned the red headed woman, as she looked outside to see the station car park, where she could see that elegant limousine.
The red headed woman could also see those two gargoyles who had been skulking in the car park right by the wall, and now she was certain they would be able to get into the limo as usual, while Mr Cushing would open the rear door, as the two of them trundled to the end of the very long car.
Meanwhile, Mr Cushing and The Old One had been talking about movies, – ‘I did like a meaty role,’ explained Mr Cushing – ‘great actors, like Clouseau and Cato,’ as they both grinned.
‘Come on, we need to get off this train,’ said the red headed woman, as she grabbed her big bag and made her way to the exit doors; she smiled to the little girl who she’d met in the other coach, while saying, ‘thanks mate’, to the dad.
Scatty, Joan and Francis also followed as they all alighted from the train, as they made their way to the station car park; it seemed there was a mass of people around there, but there was no problem to find that gorgeous car.
‘Everyone in,’ smiled Mr Cushing, as he glanced back at all of them, ‘we’ll be flying soon (figuratively speaking, of course).
Intriguing, she thought, as she walked around this wonderful canopy. It was vast. It was magnificent, and there were so many different trees. What else would she find, as she continued to marvel? Would she hug a tree? Well, why not. She was about to open her arms, but then disaster. It was a huge snake! She backed away, and stood there for a moment. Then she turned around, and ran. And she continued to run until she was in the car park.
This image shows a wooden platform/ bridge in a jungle like environment. The bridge is made of good quality seasoned wood and so are the railings. We can see tall pine trees on the front and sides of the bridge.
It was the first of March and a rather chilly day, but I decided to have a little walk in the fresh air. It had been wet and muddy underfoot so I put my wellies on. I trudged across a few roads before I came to the park and the smallish river.
I stopped in the middle of the bridge, and peered across and down to the river. Not much to see though. No fishes unless they were at the bottom, but that was probably true. No birds around either, as I turned to look and the other side of the bridge. This was the upside of the river, the right place to play Pooh Sticks, as I grinned to myself, although it’s not much fun to play on one’s own.
It was time to head back. And time to think about some hot coffee and a couple of Hobnobs!
They stood together watching another glorious sunset, and saying nothing for several minutes.
‘So why did you mention aliens?’ ‘Whoa. Look.’ She pointed her finger as a bright light zoomed across the sky. He said nothing. ‘Didn’t you see it?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Hmm,’ she huffed.
She was still looking around the sky, when another one happened. ‘It’s that little bright green light again.’
But then it dawned on him. ‘Our son’s sitting just inside. He’s playing with a laser pointer pen and it’s green.’ ‘Well, at least he’s stopped doodling on our walls!’
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: It’s been one of those weeks. Words that Don’t Particularly Count: 100
Mr Cushing had continued to drive, as a smallish town appeared; then The Old One said: ‘the signpost, look, that will be the station just down there, and next to it will be the station car park,’ -the Old One was still using his smartphone on GPS as he said, ‘take a left… indicate, now!’
Mr Cushing just raised one eyebrow a little, as he smoothly drove down to the station car park, while carefully looking in his rear mirror – still no gendarmes and no Inspector Clouseau, a small smile appeared.
Meanwhile, the red-headed woman had been using her own smartphone to ping to WhatsApp as another phone pinged back; she grinned as she started an important conversation.
And this is how it went, but using condensed words and useful emojis:- I’m not sure that faith comes into this – not faith, just practical things, hmm, gems… diamonds – well I know what to do, I know a former jeweller who became a fence, he’s called Monsieur Bourbon, it’s near Montmartre, just a few streets from where I stay, as she winked and used a thumbs-up sign.
The red-headed woman pocketed her smartphone, as Scatty, Joan and Francis all looked at her with various very quizzical questions – who, what and why… and when?
She held up her hands with a radiant smile – ‘all of us, plus Mr Cushing, the Old One, and of course, those two who we know very well, we’ll be back in Paris, very, very soon – mark my words.’
‘Come on, another race?’ ‘I’m game, let’s go further into the woods.’ The two of them pedalled as fast as they could until both of them stopped… dead.
‘What a fantastic tree. It must have been chopped down.’ ‘But that’s a shame.’ ‘I guess so… but, well…’ as he trailed off with a thought.
The two of them dropped their bikes. They walked around that huge broken down tree. They climbed up for a while, until both of them dropped down again. They stood together just a few metres away, and they stared and stared again at that upside down tree. For a while, they seemed to be mesmerised, but then they started to giggle.
And who can draw something as good as they did? Now that end of the tree has a proper face, a big nose, a sad mouth, and two tiny eyes.
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