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Tell Me Again Alf

The two large alien arachnids skulked in the shadows watching and waiting. Then the smaller of the two leaned across to the other and whispered,

“Tell me again Alf, how’s this going to work?”

“Dead simple Sam. When the human thing comes in here to put on his old boots his feet will be trapped in our webs. He won’t be able to move.”

“And then?”

“You start nibbling his right leg, I’ll have a go at the left. Well leave the arms and torso for lunchtime and the head will make a nice supper before bed. Are you ready?”

MikeJackson©2017

Photo courtesy of Sarah Potter

A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.

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Such a Boring Man

I peeked around the door into the shower.

There he was exactly as they’d said he would be. Stark naked, with a nasty looking gash above his right eye, his silly pink plastic shower hat on his head, soaking wet and quite dead. Impressive.

When I’d first contacted the company they’d assured me his demise would be made to look like an accident. They weren’t cheap, but finally being rid of that bore of a husband was worth every penny.

All I needed to do now was scream, act a little hysterical and phone the police.

My new life beckoned.

 

MikeJackson©2017

Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers.

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Rock Sample

Something a little different for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. My 100-word story is included in this video.

Don’t stand there gawping. What’s the matter? Never seen a rock before?

Of all the places I could have landed on it had to be your god-forsaken planet. I was quite happy you know, hurtling aimlessly through the solar system.Then your awful planet gets in my way and I find myself crashing through your atmosphere and landing here.

What’s that? You want a sample?

Oh dear, you’re another one of those rock collectors, aren’t you?

Go on then, just a small piece mind you and be careful where you chip away.

Maybe around the back, out of sight?

MikeJackson©2017

Thanks to CE Ayr for the original photo. (Hope you don’t mind how I’ve adapted it!)

 

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He’s Late

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

I thrust my hands further into my coat pocket and pulled my collar tighter around my neck. I looked again at my watch. He was late, over thirty minutes late, not like him. I looked across the road at the diner, wondering if I should go inside and wait. No, he’d been quite insistent we meet outside.

I spun round when I heard a voice, one I instantly recognised.

“He’s not coming my love. The man of your dreams, the one you were leaving me for, he’s  been detained… permanently! Give me your case sweetheart, it’s time I took you home.”

MikeJackson©2016

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