Burn the Proof! – Friday Fictioneers – 11-17-17

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Photo copyright – J. Hardy Carroll

 

Eloise shook her head as she looked at her watch. The response time of the fire departments were quicker than she planned. She needed the contents of 1900 Clement Street to be completely consumed by the fire she initiated. She was sure there was no chance it would be considered arson, she was just that good. But the incriminating files within the office of J.J. Hill’s private investigation firm on the second floor needed a good amount of heat to perish.

She could see the sneaky private eye with his hands on his head wondering what he was going to do.

 

 


 

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Work On Those Leg Muscles, Arthur! – Friday Fictioneers – 11-10-17

 

 

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Photo copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

 

When Arthur received the news about his promotion he was ecstatic. Fifteen years of long days, short weekends and hard work meant he got to move to the big city. Of all the new things he thought about the fear of elevators was not included.

Being trapped in one for sixteen hours as a child created frequent nightmares. Now he stood looking at his new work locale, which towered above him like a never-ending high-rise.

“Hello. I am Arthur Frank. Can you tell me where I can find the Harmon Group?”

“Yes They’re on floor 49.”

“One more thing, the stairs?”



 


 

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Gambling with Candlesticks – Friday Fictioneers – 11-03-17

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Simon stood confounded as he eyed the odd collection of candle sticks. There was every color, size and shape, but for the life of him he could not remember which was the one his mother and father preferred. They were the ultimate traditionalists, believing if not like always it was only wrong.

Suzy was new in his life and to this tradition, but she tried to be supportive.

“I am sure any of these will do the job,” she offered.

“If only it was so simple,” Simon sighed.

“You have returned honor to our family,” dad said two hours later.

 

 



 

 

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Get With the Program, Little Coud – Friday Fictioneers – 10-27-17

 

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Photo copyright – Roger Bultot

 

“Hello Cloud Father,” the young puff of clouds said.

“Why do you refuse to resemble other clouds. Are you embarrassed of your heritage?”

“No Cloud Father, not at all.”

“You look more like the alien that swoops through us with no regard for our place in the sky.”

“You mean Superman?”

“That’s what “they” call him?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to consult the master manual of cloud shapes and select an appropriate form, do we understand each other?”

“Yes Cloud Father, I will do so immediately.”

Cloud Father waited until his young charge moved away before morphing into a bunny.


 

 


 

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My Big Brother Made Me Do It – Friday Fictioneers – 10-20-17

 

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Willie wasn’t very thrilled about the concept of a little brother. Then his friends at school explained how he could redirect the wrath of his parents for his mischief to the new progeny who enjoyed boundless grace. From that moment Willie saw an avenue to increase the mischief quotient exponentially.

“You see that limb?” Willie asked Kenny. “We want it to bounce off.”

Willie smiled as his brother practiced and perfected the method.

Soon his  least favorite teacher approached, so he urged Kenny to try again. By now Kenny was nearly expert.

“OWWW!” they heard someone scream.

“Run!” Willie advised.

 


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That Bird Sounds Like My Wife – Friday Fictioneers – 10-13-17

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Doug loved birds from his youth. He was fascinated by them. The way they could fly was so thrilling. But he disliked their shrill sound. Years of schooling in ornithology prepared him to change the one negative.

Some called him a monster. But Doug persisted, just wanting to fully enjoy his passion.

“Subject number 99762P. Let’s see what you have little fellow,” Doug said to the latest test subject.

“Who do you think you are messing with my voice!”

Doug’s shock nearly allowed him to miss his wife’s uproarious laughter. She had hid a tiny speaker under the bird’s wing.


 

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Late For Your own Engagement Jilly – Friday Fictioneers – 10-06-17

 

 

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Photo copyright – Ted Strutz

 

It was the perfect place, and the perfect time. He even had Uncle Ted’s blessing, not just to use the boat, but to ask the girl. Uncle Ted had been his replacement family after the awful incident that claimed his parents. Yes, it would be perfect. . . if Jilly was on time.

To say she could be late was like saying a turtle could beat a hare, but probably wouldn’t. Kyle had studied the moon rise chart for weeks, hoping to mitigate Jilly’s lateness and still have the moon when he proposed.

He checked his watch as the orb moved upward.


 

 

 

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Blasted Interweb Will Doom Us All – Friday Fictioneers – 09-29-17

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Benjamin used to love to come here everyday, because his dreams lived here. Once upon a time this place was where state of the art was born. But that was too many moons ago, back before the blasted interweb took over the world. Whenever the inevitable conversation at the local coffee counter began about what was sure to ruin world Benjamin would jump in with his interweb theory.

“Amazon will doom us all!” he declared.

“Twenty-five years ago you said it would be Wal-Mart,” his friend Lucius said.

Thirty-five ago it was Montgomery Ward’s,” Kevin laughed.

“You are ingrates!”


 

 

 

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Filling Papa’s Shoes – Friday Fictioneers – 09-22-17

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Zander and Grandpa always had a special bond. He was the first grandchild, the oldest of the brood and the first boy for several years. Zander liked being with Papa Max because he treated him like an equal.

No one was surprised when Max took Papa Max’ death especially hard. But the request to have his old worn out shoes drew confused looks from all.

Safely inside his room Zander carefully cleaned off the dust from Papa Max’ shoes. Not one, but two planes had crashed into the building where his Papa worked.

“I promise I will fill these Papa!”


 

I realize this is a week delayed from the sixteenth anniversary of the day that changed the world for so many, but with all the natural disasters at play this month the subject matter is entirely rich. Yes, this is a remembrance of 9-11-01.

 

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