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Serendipidouche…(Friday Fictioneers)

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Percival was a steel magnate struggling to hide his family’s bankruptcy.

Because he was bankrupt he had failed to pay his gas bill.

As such the ornate lamps that lit his vast estate stood dormant.

Because it was dark a daring vision of loveliness lost her bearings and crashed her light aircraft in a nearby field.

Percival rushed to her aid and the two were instantly smitten.

News of their unusual and joyous union spread throughout the land, and lucrative public appearances abounded.

The vision of loveliness later lost interest…

But Perceval paid her little mind…

After all…

HE WAS RICH!!!

 

Written for: Friday Fictioneers

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Saint Knick…

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Twelve months after absconding with the grotto fund Roger’s luck finally ran out. Across continents and through complex transactions his pursuers had doggedly followed the money to a run-down warehouse on the outskirts of a one-horse town.

Armed with plastic Christmas tree branches, poised like pitchforks at a witch burning, the angry parents advanced.

Woefully out of shape, with an unkempt beard and a booze-fueled glow, Roger resembled a dishevelled version of the jolly fellow he’d pretended to be. Confused and disoriented by the feral cries for blood he fell back on muscle-memory and pottered outside to separate the naughty from the nice.

‘Ho ho ho,’ he bleated.

 

Written for: Friday Fictioneers

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Friday Fictioneers: Progress

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‘…Power sockets in a swimming pool! One of the many reason homo-sapiens once stood on the verge of extinction.’

The teacher’s comments fell on deaf ears. In the foreground she sensed a trio of giggling girls, telekinetically tossing a hairbrush back and forth, and hidden away at the back several boys had clearly pooled their consciousness in order to play online games.

She gave a virtual sigh. Modern teaching was nigh-on impossible.

‘…And this – once the only means of communication; its ringing interrupting a deafening silence devoid of content. Can you imagine?

The kids stared at her blankly. For all their technology and privilege…

…They couldn’t!

 

Written for: Friday Fictioneers 

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