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Friday Fictioneers – Tackas Goes Fishing.

Clancy be getting’ over here What? It’s a feckin’ body in the water. No it can’t be. It is and look the poor feck’s got a hook through his cheek. You don’t die from a hook through your cheek. Yer … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Boots

Today I received my first pair of boots. The first I have ever owned. Prior to today boots were hand me downs or ones scavenged from the dump. Shoes are a luxury, but a necessity. They have saved me from … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Bedraggled

I’m torn and bedraggled, I’m a man with nothing. A bottle in a brown paper bag A lost life, little hope, Everyday a struggle. My thorny tree, Dishevelled in shape Like me Friends Best mates. The only colour in my … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Street of Ramps

The mist clouded the garden as the old man stepped into the black limousine. A hooded figure sat in the drivers seat. ‘I’m ready.’ The old man said as the car glided into the mist. It was a short ride … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Why?

I remember coming home and finding my house ransacked. I didn’t mind that my money was stolen, that the some intruder had violated my place. What I couldn’t and still can’t stomach is the wanton destruction of my keyboard. I … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – The Flood

In the aftermath of the flood the devastation was apparent for all to see. Cast about like playthings the trolleys usually so stoic and orderly had been thrown haphazardly and left to sink or swim in the torrent the flood … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Olivier

I’ve wondered what it would be like to stand on the stage where Olivier stood. I wonder which Shakespearean masterpiece he played here? Macbeth, King Lear? I loved to watch him strut his stuff. He was a master of the … Continue reading

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Friday fictioneers – Squawk

Squawk! Squawk! Squawk! Charles will you stop with the squawks. Squawk! Squaaaaaaawwwwwk! Charles you are being childish now. Squawrrrrrrrk! I’m not listening to another squawk. I’ve told you a hundred times in this flock I’m top gull and I get … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Embrace Change

Life is a series of challenges. From one stage of growth to another it’s about the direction we choose to go in. They say opportunity knocks but in this day and age the door you open may take you in … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – The Wedding Dress

Everyday Grandad stood in front of the second hand shop. ‘Hey Grandad, how are you today?’ He’d look at me and say:  ‘Good thanks, I’m ok today.’ ‘What are you looking at Grandad?’ ‘She was a beautiful bride, wore a … Continue reading

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