The Trials of Teresa Troll

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The Trials of Teresa Troll

When I first met Teresa Troll she was wasting away under her bridge. People had been leaving town in droves since they built the bypass. Barely a soul had trip-trapped across her bridge in months. I must confess I was a little concerned for my safety. However, despite her hunger, Teresa insisted she’d never stoop to eating a vegan. Apparently, we taste of chickpeas.

Eventually Teresa packed her belongings and went to find a new bridge. I can’t say where she ended up, but if there’s a bridge near you, I’d suggest you check underneath before you go trip-trapping across…

(100 words)

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Authors note: I am not actually a vegan, and I doubt very much that I taste of chickpeas.

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Jack Woz Ere

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Jack Woz Ere

Geraldine threw down her cap in horror. She’d returned from the pub after a quick pint to find the words JACK WOZ ERE carved into her favourite tree. People thought Tree Protection Officers watched trees all day … okay, she basically did. Now she’d failed at even that simple task.

I’m going to get fired, thought Geraldine. Maybe if I carve a little here, shave a bit there…

Hours later she stepped back, admiring her work. Not bad.

Even better, her hat had filled with coins while she worked. Enough for a pint, Geraldine grinned and headed back to the pub.

(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © JS Brand

Apologies to any Tree Protection Officers out there, I realise there’s more to the job than watching trees! I’ve been on holiday for a couple of weeks (did you miss me?). The wifi was bad and the company good so I didn’t try to participate while I was away but am looking forward to getting stuck into this week’s stories.

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A Little Present From Sprongolia

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A Little Present from Sprongolia

Shronk and Frickle thoroughly enjoyed visiting the natural history museums on Earth. They’d squeeze their Sprongolian lifeforms into human suits and adopt Earth names for the occasion. Today, Shronk chose ‘Sandra Crook’ and Frickle picked ‘Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’.

Sandra pointed at an exhibit entitled ‘Under the Sea’ and giggled.

‘It always amuses me to see this on display,’ she said, in Sprongolian. ‘What do they call it again?’

Rochelle squeezed her three tongues together to formulate the word in English.

‘C-o-r-a-l,’ she said, enunciating proudly.

‘And they’ve no idea it’s actually Sprongolian … waste matter?’

‘Nope.’

‘Shit,’ said Sandra.

‘Literally,’ said Rochelle.

 

(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Sorry Sandra! Sorry Rochelle! Talk about taking someone’s name in vain!

I’m off on holiday this weekend for a couple of weeks so please don’t think I’m ignoring you if I don’t reply immediately. If the WiFi’s good (and the company’s bad) I may take a peek while I’m away 🙂

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Fallout Towers

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Fallout Towers

George sighed as he surveyed the empty foyer and wondered why his Chernobyl-themed hotel was such a massive flop. He’d spent years planning every detail from the radiation-themed wallpaper to the complementary hazmat suits. He couldn’t understand it.

‘Maybe,’ said his long-suffering wife, glowing quietly. ‘If you hadn’t built it here. In Chernobyl. Slap-bang in the middle of the exclusion zone. Where people aren’t actually allowed to go?’

George contemplated this briefly.

‘Nah,’ he said. ‘Give it time.’ And he picked up a glass and gave it a quick polish while the Geiger counter in the corner ticked away feverishly.

(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © Priorhouse

The prompt made me think of empty hotels and reasons why they’d be empty. However, it turns out that a hotel in the exclusion zone of Chernobyl is not such a crazy idea. Someone beat George to it: Pripyat Hotel, Chernobyl

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Pushing Up Daisies

Greta knelt in the flowerbed admiring the exquisite white daisies, they were truly spectacular this year. She was famed for her green fingers, friends joked that she could plant anything and make it grow: shoes, umbrellas, even money (she tried – no joy).

Greta was rarely allowed to buy seeds; her husband kept a tight hold on the purse strings, and on his wife’s strings. He enjoyed making her dance. Until she snapped and he found himself on the receiving end of her hefty garden spade.

Who knew he’d make such excellent fertilizer? Greta inhaled the daisy’s heady fragrance and smiled.

(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 I’m a day late this week. Busy, busy, busy! The picture made me think of an umbrella tree, and my story sprouted from there 🙂

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Boxed In

 We lived in Gothic House, seven squeezed in students. My room was the smallest, a cupboard really, barely space for the slatted single bed, but only a tenner a week. I kept my suitcase under the bed, wide open. When I needed anything, I’d sit at one end and roll up the mattress to get to my things. For a really good rummage, I’d drag the whole suitcase into the hall.

Now I wander through my country house, with its marble floors, balconies and double bedrooms, and I wish I could peel the mattress back to those Gothic House days.

(100 words)

Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll

 Another Friday, another fiction. This one’s less ha ha and more wistful aah. Click the link below to see what other Friday Fictioneers did with the prompt, or click here to head over to Rochelle’s place and join in.

Bit On The Side

Bit On The Side

Mildred twitches the curtain. She drops her jaw and picks up the phone.

‘Guess what, Norma,’ she says, transfixed. ‘Daphne over the road’s asked the milkman in!  This time last week, she was carrying on with the postman. Remember? Shameless hussy! Not that he’s any better. If my Conrad fooled around like that I’d string him up by the knackers.’

Three houses down, a door opens. A woman buttons her blouse. A man kisses her neck.

‘Tell Daphne she can take off the milkman’s costume,’ he says with a wink. ‘Show’s over.’

‘Alright, Conrad,’ she smiles. ‘Same time next week?’

(100 words)

Photo prompt © GAH Learner

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Lovely Legs

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photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Lovely Legs

“Don’t do it!” the old woman yelled into the waves. “Don’t do it, you foolish girl! He might be your Prince Charming now, but he’ll be Prince-having-it-off-with-Tina-from-the-chip-shop before you know it. They’re all lying bastards! I should know, I was you fifty years ago. Don’t make the same mistake!

And nobody warns you about leg cramps, or arthritis, or how insanely ugly knees are. And don’t get me started on varicose veins!”

There was a distant splash and the briefest flicker of a shimmering fishtail, then the sea fell silent. The old woman turned away, relieved.

“Bitch.” said Prince Charming.

(100 words)

…although I cheated with the word “Prince-having-it-off-with-Tina-from-the-chip-shop.” Check out other (probably more sensible) writers by clicking on the link below.

Friday Fiction: The Ins & Outs of Love

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Photo prompt copyright: Kelly Sands

The Ins And Outs of Love

They lie on their backs in her garden, watching the storm clouds roll by. It was Kate’s idea, she saw it in a film and hopes Sam will think her quirky, cool and romantic. Sam thinks it’s weird, but stays because he’s hoping for some action.

Kate is in love; Sam is in lust.

He makes his move…

Kate is inexperienced; Sam is in luck.

Her clothes slide off and he slides on…

Kate is in the buff; Sam is in Kate.

Something’s happening deep inside her…

Kate is in trouble.

Sam is in a taxi, heading out of town.

 

(100 words)

 

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Friday Fiction: #callingmrcupid

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photo prompt: Claire Fuller
Photo prompt: Claire Fuller

 

#callingmrcupid

The words flashed on the screen, the ones she’d been dreading for weeks. She’d been thrilled to discover online dating, and even more thrilled when she’d been matched with Derek. They chatted every day, sometimes late into the night. But now the moment had come:

derek_132: Let’s meet.

Her heart raced and sank in equal measures. She knew it would be a disaster, it always was. Men changed when they met her, every man she had ever known, and she couldn’t bear to lose Derek. Still, maybe this time it would be different.

medusa_1: How do you feel about snakes?

 

(100 words)

 

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