Alley Inclusive

alley Photo: copyright – Kent Bonham

 

The young couple sauntered out of the Hotel Splendide and found themselves in a narrow alley.

“Lee, let’s head up these steps, and see where they go!”

His smartphone compass was spinning wildly through lack of a signal.

“Forget it, Bianca, we’re out of Wi-fi range!”

“I could take some photos while we’re here and capture a bit of the local flavour?”

“Hurry up. It’s boring! Speaking of local flavour, I fancy a kebab. Take a few pictures for Facebook, then let’s go.”

They scuttled back into the hotel lobby, where their All-inclusive package was waiting for them.

 

This is my contribution for Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, based on the photo prompt, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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No Grass in No Man’s Land

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(Christmas Day, 1914. No Man’s Land, The Western Front.)

Benson skilfully kicked the heavy leather football past his man, but an outstretched German boot caught his khaki shin. He fell onto the hard ground.

“Oi, Fritz!”

“Entschuldigung, Tommy!”

The laughing corporal helped Benson back to his feet, then offered him a swig from his hip flask. Not strictly within the rules, but well within the spirit of this impromptu kick about.

This England v Germany game was friendlier than most, helped along by the shared cake and alcohol. Helmets for goalposts. Men on both sides sang Christmas Carols…

Then officers barked orders. A bigger game was about to restart.

 

This is my contribution to 100 Word Challenge – Week 113, Hosted at Julia’s Place. Click the logo for more details. Click here to read the other stories.

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Shady Hades

Hermes Photo: Copyright Alastair Forbes 2013

 

Location: The Pavement, outside a particularly shady building in a really shady part of Shady Town. You get the idea…

 

“Hey Sarge!”

“Afternoon, P.C. Copper.”

“It’s Cooper, Sarge. You heard about that anonymous letter that Crime Lord ‘Shady’ Hades sent to Headquarters?”

“Oh yes. But it’s not anonymous if he puts his name on it, Lad.”

“But he didn’t put his address on it did he?”

“No, Son he was taunting us. Saying we’d never find the base of his Evil Operations.”

“Will we Sarge?’

“Dunno, Boy. We sent an undercover Officer, Detective Hermes, in. But Hades says he got the cop plastered and hung him out to dry.”

“Sounds Scary!”

“Chin up Kid, and keep them eyes open!”

 

This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers 100 word Challenge, based on a photo prompt, and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Click the link for more details. 

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Welly Wood!

Wellies

Photo: Copyright Jane Hewitt

 

Wayne Winton, President of the Oxton Wetland Trust, mumbled a few forgettable words about the new Country Park, before unveiling a small brass plaque. The muted round of applause turned to gasps, when a splash from the lake behind him revealed an unintended guest of honour.

The rising pair of battered wellies could only belong to fellow trustee Wellard Wood, who had last been seen clearing the lake, three days earlier.

Ever the diplomat, President Winton didn’t miss a beat.

“Wellard worked so hard to get this place up and running. It’s only fitting that he should join us today!”

 

100 Word Challenge

This is my contribution to the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #112, hosted over at Julia’s Place.  Please click the link for more details and to view the other stories. 

A Fishy Tale

koi Photo Copyright: Douglas M. MacIlroy

 

Please Mr Spielberg…

I’m Kelvin Codner. That’s me in the photo – the orange fish in the middle. You may remember me from such films as ‘A Fish called Codner” and ‘Dude, Where’s my Carp?’

I make a splash in a crowd scene – you won’t catch me ‘sleeping with the fishes’!

Can I do comedy? Don’t make me laugh! You should see my double act with ‘Salmon Dave’, “Live in the Hollywood Bowl”.

I’m also very versatile. A review for ‘Waterworld’ stated, “Codner is mouth-watering. He just gets batter with every part.”

In short, I’m a scale model of Jaws!

 

This is my contribution for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can view the other stories, by clicking here.