Monthly Archives: April 2022

FF – Pins

Image copyright Ted Strutz

Pins

Tony, it’s Mum. I’m here!

Great. Remember to drop a pin.

Doing it now…

I don’t see it, are you sure?

Yes. I’m late because I bought some specially. Shall I do it again?

You’re not late, just less ridiculously early. And you didn’t do it yet or I’d see it.

See it? I can barely see it and I’m standing here. It’s lost in the grass. Hang on, I’ll do it again.

Mum. Are you dropping actual pins on the ground? Whereabouts are you?

By the “Garden Path”.

Great. You can lead me up it when I get there.

(This story bears no relation to any actual persons, living or dead!)

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FF – The World’s Oldest Art Form

Image copyright Carole Erdman-Grant

The World’s Oldest Art Form

Grafitti’s the world’s oldest art from. Why everybody suddenly got a problem with it?

The law’s had a problem for a while, young lady.

If Banksy did it, it’d be worth millions. I’m just as good as him.

I’d still arrest him.

You’d rather a boring ugly wall than a nice bright one?

What I’d rather is irrelevant. If an owner wants murals, they…

They gotta pay.

They choose. And yes, they pay.

P’raps I’ll send ‘er a bill.

Perhaps you’ll come with me.

She might like it.

The Queen does not commission murals on her palace walls to doorsteppers.

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The Haunted

The Haunted

I live with ghosts. Ghosts aren’t spooks. They’re memories that you’ve clung onto so long they start to cling back. Hands you held so tightly, you can still feel their touch when they’re gone. Voices that ring through empty rooms.  

Ghosts can be five years old with pokey toes jabbing you in the night as you sleep, and sixteen next morning, when a song comes on that she loved back then. Ghosts can disappear as you reach them, or hang around all day.

Ghosts can stay even while their souls go on living, having kids and grandkids of their own.

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FF – Volcano Warning

Image copyright belongs to David Stewart. The story is mine, with a little inspiration from the real-life Luke and Matty

Volcano Warning

“Over easy,” giggles Luke.

“What’s so funny?” Matty’s building up to blow. The lava was already rising when I made him wear socks, but it’s the job of a big brother to see that and needle.

Maybe Luke’s not trying to annoy Matty, maybe he’s just being a preteen boy who’s discovered the hilarity of innuendo.

“You’re too young to understand.”

Nope. He’s definitely trying to cause an eruption.

A secondary vent spits at me, “Tell me, Mom!”

Throwing myself in the crater won’t help anyone, and it’s too late to run. All I can do is move glassware away.

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