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My Wandering Mind

It’s a nightmare having a wandering mind, you never know where it’s going next. Which by the way is one of my favourite shops, the sales they have are fantastic. Talking of sails,  I remember seeing some great wooden ones on a windmill near here. I think I might be losing mine you know, my hearing that is. I don’t know whether it’s just because there’s so much noise around today, or maybe I’m just getting old. Which reminds me I must get myself a new fridge after Christmas, that old one of mine has been playing up for months now. Did you know that four months from now and it will be April, let’s hope it’s like last year, warm and mild. Must give my son a ring and see if he fancies going to the pub tonight for a pint of mild. We might even have a game of dominoes. I told the manager in the shop it wasn’t my fault they all fell over. He should tell his staff not to stack the boxes so high next time. Half past five, that’s the time she told me. Promised she’d pick me up dead on half past five. Old Mrs. Smith next door was really upset when they told her it was dead. She loved that cat of hers. Apparently, it just ran out in front of the lorry and that was it, dead as a doornail. It must have hurt, those nails in his hands and feet, and then just left hanging there on that cross. Nobody cared. That’s who’s picking me up, my carer, nice girl, though she does talk a lot. Apparently there’s going to be a talk when we get to the church, during the carol service. That was her name you know, Carol, my wife. She died last Christmas, or was it the one before? Did you know that’s when he was born, Christ, apparently his first name was Jesus. Same name as the bloke who got nailed to that cross, trying to save the likes of you and me. So are you and me going to this carol thing or not? I’m sure Carol will have room in her car for both of us. I used to have a car once you know, a blue Mini. Somebody said the new Vicar is a lady, I wonder if she will be wearing a mini?

MikeJackson©2018

 

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Posted in Flash Fiction

I Wish I Hadn’t Read Her Diary

Magdalene was the most beautiful women I’d ever met.

She’d appeared in my life just a week ago. In spite of spending most of the week talking to one another, I realised I knew nothing about her except her name. When I mentioned this she smiled and invited me to her flat to find out more. She had that mysterious look on her face and a wicked grin which held the promise of a night to remember.

So here I am, sat in her flat with a glass of beer in my hand watching her as she prepares a meal. She looks even more ravishing than usual and, if I’m honest, a little threatening. I keep getting this image of a poor fly caught in a delectable spider’s web.

“Stop looking at me with those lustful eyes,” she whispers as she leans across and drops a book on the table in front of me. “You said you wanted to know more about me, have a read of this. It’s my diary, all you need to know is in there.”

This was crazy. Most women I knew wouldn’t have let me anywhere near their diary.

I picked up the red, leather-bound book and started reading,

My Earthly name is Magdalene. I am in fact an Information Gathering Android from the planet Volgan 09. I have been sent here to gather details about the human race .’

She was obviously winding me up. I smiled and was about to make some sort of wise remark when I noticed something disturbing. The writing in the diary had vanished and in its place was a pair of eyes staring at me.

My immediate instinct was to drop the book but I couldn’t. The more I attempted to let go the more it appeared to be glued to my fingers. I tried to look away and call  Magdalene but I couldn’t move. It was as if the eyes in the diary had locked on to mine and I was transfixed. They seemed to be burrowing into the very depths of my mind.

Then the words began to appear on the page. As I read them it slowly dawned on me that they were my words. Everything I had said, or imagined, or thought that day was being transcribed on to the page.

I was vaguely aware of Magdalene standing by the side of me.

“It will soon be over darling,” she whispered, “My diary is collecting all your memories, ideas, dreams, thoughts, everything. I told you it was going to be an exciting evening. Very soon the writing will slow down, which will tell me your mind is almost empty. Once the last full stop is added to the page you will cease to exist.”

MikeJackson©2018

Posted in Drabbles

A Reservation For Six

We’ve only one table left sir, the one by the forest. Do you know it?

Oh, I see sir, you read about it in the paper. A most unfortunate incident.

We’ve always known the creatures were there of course. We’ve even had been brief glimpses of them. But for a group to come right up to the table was most unusual. As for them attacking and eating the guests, that was so out of character.

But rest assured sir, the whole area has been thoroughly cleaned, you’d never know anything had happened.

What time shall I make the reservation for?

MikeJackson©2018

A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of Fatima Fakier Deria

 

Posted in Drabbles

Cinderella

Cinders looked out of the carriage window at her new home. The prince, her buffoon of a husband, sat by her side. She’d been married to the fool for almost a week but it felt much longer. During that time she’d been sorely tempted to fill a bag with royal silverware and get out, but her Fairy Godmother had other ideas. She’d told Cinders to be patient, things would improve. Six months from now Cinderella would be well established as the new princess. Then, when the prince had his unfortunate accident, this house and all his money would be theirs.

MikeJackson©2018

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.