A Fishy Tale

October 31, 2013November 2, 2013 / Steve Lakey / 18 Comments

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.

Redoubting Thomas

October 29, 2013October 30, 2013 / Steve Lakey / 2 Comments

Photo: Sand Bags by Peter Griffin

The Weather forecast looked grim. High winds and flooding across England.

Thomas knew what to do. As a war movie veteran, he got his reluctant family organised.

“Right, we need to build two lines of sand bags to form a flood redoubt”.

No one seemed to know what a redoubt was, but Thomas wasn’t to be put off.

“We don’t have sand or bags, so we’ll have to improvise. Kids, I’ll get some soil from the garden, you bring me pillow cases!”

Mum collected a week’s worth of provisions.

They waited, as the clouds parted…

and the sun streamed through.

This is my entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups from Julia’s Place. The prompt is the sun streamed through. Click here to view the other entries.

The Blue Bus

October 27, 2013 / Steve Lakey / 3 Comments

Photo: Copyright kattermonran.com

Emma watched little Charlotte in her waterproof boots, splashing through the puddles on the pavement. Of course, she wasn’t so little these days. Another few weeks and she’d be seven.

After a few seconds in her own world, Emma realised the time. They needed to get to the taxi rank before the evening rush started. Without thinking, she took Charlotte’s hand and guided her daughter into Main Street. They rushed past the shops, Emma keeping her gaze straight ahead. Halfway along the street, she felt her hand being squeezed. Charlotte had stopped walking and was looking at the ground.

“Mummy, mummy. Can you see the bus?”

“Don’t be silly. There isn’t a bus on this street. It’s just for pedestrians.”

Charlotte pointed at the nearest puddle. “No, not on the street. In the water! I can see Granddad driving his big blue bus, and he’s waving at me!”

“Charlotte! You know Granddad has gone away to a better place. When I was your age, they said I had a over-active imagination. I must have passed it on to you.”

Charlotte shrugged.

Still in denial about her own abilities, Emma avoids looking into puddles. Sometimes she forgets, and sees the blue bus driving by. It makes her cry.

This is my contribution for Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al. Click the link for more details.

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Striking a Chord

October 26, 2013October 26, 2013 / Steve Lakey / 22 Comments

Photo: Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

An enthusiastic young copper decided to take his drug search a little too far. In the old days, Mick would have slipped him a financial sweetener – no fun having your door kicked in at 3am.

He’d been off the stuff for months, but being an ageing Rock musician made Mick an easy target. He would call his lawyer, if only he had the cash to pay him.

Mick can’t look at the photo of his shattered keyboard without shedding a tear. He still keeps it close, just in case he’s ever tempted to go back on the white powder again.

This my contribution to Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click the link for more details.

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Silver Star?

October 22, 2013October 22, 2013 / Steve Lakey / 4 Comments

Photo: Marathon Medal. Marina Shemesh

Mason wasn’t known for losing, and that’s what getting the Silver medal was for him. He was firm favourite to add another Gold to his collection, but surprisingly was beaten to the tape over the last few yards.

He certainly wasn’t known for losing well. And yet here he was, congratulating his opponent and smiling for the cameras. Gracious in defeat, he announced his retirement with a gentle shrug of the shoulders.

Enter John King, a reporter determined to catch a falling star. He broke the real story: Mason’s connections with syndicates who had made a fortune from his loss.

This is my contribution to 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #110 from Julia’s Place. The prompt was Silver.