FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE LILY POND - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

The Lily Pond

            We bought the house of our dreams.  We loved its peaceful garden with its lily pond and little stone bridge. 

            “It’s so beautiful.  Imagine leaving this to move back to the city.” I remarked to Janet at our housewarming party. 

            “Hmmm,” she replied, turning away and leading me back inside.

            They were arguing in the kitchen. “ An ‘Attractive Nuisance’!  Fill it in and feed the fish to the cats,” Janet’s husband was saying.

            “What was that all about?” I asked Tom later.

            “Turns out a neighbour’s kid drowned in that pond.  Probably why we got the house so cheap.”

           

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - IN BITS - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

In Bits

            Max didn’t get a chance to warn me, but they were gone by the time I got home.

            Door left ajar, house ransacked, everything taken apart, including the Dogbot, who lay in bits on the hall rug. 

            K-9s are an expensive piece of kit, so I loaded him in the wheelbarrow with my tools and weapons and packed everything into the hummer.  I took nothing else, though it hurt to leave the eviscerated keyboard behind. 

            I set the hummer controls to glide under the radar and sped away.  They had Max, they didn’t know yet that I held the data. 

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE SHOPPING CENTRE AT THE END OF THE WORLD - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

The Shopping Centre at the End of the World

            “Oh Daddy! You promised there’d be food if I didn’t cry!” I was crying now, though.

            “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know.  I thought there’d be food here.”

            Standing in the water, left by the receding flood, were three empty shopping carts.

           “I’m so hungry.” We’d been chewing the skin of bark-less trees for weeks.  The flood had stripped the land bare.

            “Look, honey! At the end of the valley! Debris from the shopping centre!  There could be food there!

             “I’m so tired,” I whined.

            “That’s okay, girl.  I’ll lift you up. At least you can ride in this.”

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE GIFT - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

The Gift

        

         “Daughter! A present from Corinth!”

         My heart thrummed like the strings of a lute, thinking this another gift from my beloved.  I gasped when I saw it was from his former wife!

         Inside was a beautiful robe, spun from the finest gold.  A robe so splendid, I could not resist slipping it onto my trembling body.

         Oh, unmerciful agony! My limbs burned, on fire from within.  My virgin’s body instantly devoured in the flames of her vengeance.  My courageous father burning to save me.

         “I curse you, wicked sorceress! May you die alone, swimming in the blood of your children!”

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But first, some culture from the Classic World:

Here is the last Chorus from Euripides’ ‘Medea’:

Manifold are thy shapings, Providence! 

Many a hopeless matter gods arrange.

What we expected never came to pass,

What we did not expect the gods brought to bear;

So have things gone, this whole experience through!

In other words, that's life...

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE FLIGHT CLUB - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

FLIGHT CLUB

            “Watch this! He’s coming in for the kill!” Fred called, “That’s it, Ringo, you’re my bird!”

            “Stop him! Don’t let him kill Nester! We won’t have enough birds for next week!”

            Fred jumped the fence, batting Ringo away with a tennis racket.

            “Okay, folks, that’s the Kill Point.”  Scott declared, “Pay up.”

            The men grumbled, but they paid out the seashells they had collected all week. 

            Scott took his cut and handed the rest to Ed.

            “That was a close one,” Scot sighed, “You gotta watch it.  Those are the last two seabirds.  Once they’re gone, no more fight club.”

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