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“bark” : a 100-word story

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Grandma had to be locked in the coal shed last night.

The vicar was over for tea and we – dressed in our Sunday best  even though it was Tuesday – were under strict instructions not to embarrass Mum.

Just after the cream cakes were served Grandma started growling.

I thought it was a joke, at first – even though Grandma never makes jokes – but then she started barking and baring her teeth.

The vicar pretended not to notice, until Grandma bit him on the arm.

Mum had to drag her off the poor man.

He needed ten stitches and a rabies shot.

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“Conversations Over Coffee: Ian’s Wife”, a 100-word story

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“I just feel with Jeff I can be myself, you know? With Ian-“

“Your husband…”

“Yes. Ian my husband… Are you judging me?”

“Of course, sweetie. What else are best friends for?”

“You never liked Ian, anyway.”

“I’m warming to him, now he’s the injured party. Carry on.”

“With Ian I always feel I’m playing a role: partner, counselor, mother even sometimes.”

“And now: an unfaithful wife.”

“You are judging me!”

“What do you expect? You know what I went through when George left me for that woman.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Perhaps not. But it’s not that different, either.”

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“Sucker!” A 100-word story

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“Swop yer,” Brendon said.

Suspicious of my rival, I suppressed the impulse to snatch the one football card required to complete my collection. from his outstretched hand.

“What for?”

“That,” he pointed at the small plastic dog hanging from my satchel.

“Really?” I almost threw him the toy I’d hooked out of the cereal box this morning and grabbed my prize, gloating inwardly at his stupidity.

He skipped across the playground.

Becky squealed with excitement, hugging and kissing Brendon after he dropped the dog into her palm.

I could read his smug smirk over Becky’s shoulder:

“Who’s the sucker, now?”

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Mystery Man: A 100 word story

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First published as a reply to the #FlashFictionFriday on Mastodon The prompt was the first line: “it’s like something out of a bad comic book”

Mystery Man

It’s like something out of a bad comic book, he thought.

Not that he’d know.

William didn’t read comics. He thought they were for kids. Even as a child he’d thought they were childish.

His friend Simon had a collection. He devoured anything with a superhero in it.

William thought they looked ridiculous and the “powers” were just so unrealistic.

It was ironic, he thought looking down at the street far below, that he’d been rescued from a burning building by this faintly-familiar masked man.

Not to mention the physics-defying flying thing.

He couldn’t wait to tell Simon.

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