Keep Digging Seth

Keep digging Seth, that ring’s down there somewhere.  A crazy aunt gave it to Mel years ago. We thought it was just a tatty piece of costume jewellery.

If I’m honest I’ve no idea why she wore it, probably something to do with her lack of taste.

Anyway, seems we were wrong, turns out the thing is real and could be worth up to a quarter of a million pounds.

Once you’ve found the body poke around a bit and look for the right arm.

It was on the middle finger of her right hand when I buried the bitch.

Mike Jackson

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

Photo prompt courtesy of Connie Gayer.

One Giant Leap For Mankind

Cut!

Let’s try that again. Lighting can you drop the colour down a bit, don’t forget this is supposed to be a moon. We shouldn’t be seeing those damn shadows.

Jimmy get over here and smooth over the soil around the capsule. Need to get rid of all those footsteps.

And Neil you’ve just got the one line, ‘That’s one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.’ Can you slow it down a bit, there’s a good chap.

Remember if we get this right that line will go down in the annals of history.

Quiet everybody.

Action!

Mike Jackson

She’s Home

I knew it was her the moment I saw the boots. She’d been wearing them when she disappeared, only now they looked a little more battered.

If I’m honest, her going was a blessing. She’d never been easy, even as a baby. I wanted to look for her but Bill said it was best we leave it, let her come home when she was ready.

The days turned into months then years and things were much better with her not around. Bill and I even started going out and taking holidays.

Now she’s back.

What the hell does she want?

Mike Jackson

A 100-word story for the prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

A Reservation For Six

We’ve only one table left sir, the one by the forest. Do you know it?

Oh, I see sir, you read about it in the paper. A most unfortunate incident.

We’ve always known the creatures were there of course. We’ve even had been brief glimpses of them. But for a group to come right up to the table was most unusual. As for them attacking and eating the guests, that was so out of character.

But rest assured sir, the whole area has been thoroughly cleaned, you’d never know anything had happened.

What time shall I make the reservation for?

MikeJackson©2018

A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of Fatima Fakier Deria

The Demise of Old Oakey

Tree ZA34657, known locally as ‘Old Oakey’, you have been found guilty of aiding and abetting acts of obscene behaviour. On January 31st of this year, you allowed two young people of this Parish, namely Sally Mary Andrews and James Herbert Matthews, to engage in carnal activities beneath your branches. On the same day, you allowed the said James Herbert Matthews to carve a token of this wilful deed into your trunk. It is decreed you be chopped down in this place and your body dismembered and the parts scattered across the Parish and burnt. God have mercy on you.

MikeJackson©2018

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Memories

It was in here somewhere, it had to be.

This is the box where I kept my most treasured possessions.

I pulled out a half-finished dream, that wasn’t it. Next came an argument still fermenting, then a small silver box containing the lies you told me, my broken heart wrapped up in brown paper, the remnants of our last fight, a jar of tears shed when you left me.

Then I find it, tucked away in the corner out of sight, the memory of our first kiss on that ride at the fair.

I hold it tight and cry.

MikeJackson©2018

A 100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

Photo courtesy of J Hardy Carroll.

Yours For Just £100

As I said in my e-mail Mr Jones I’ve got this stuff I need to shift. The youngest is moving back home and we need the space. You can see I’ve collected some interesting items over the years. Take those windows back there, portals they are, programmed to take you anywhere in the universe. In fact, I’ve got one at the back that’s an entrance to a parallel universe. Then there’s my pride of joy, the lavatory. Straight from Hogwarts. Even comes with its own ghost. All yours for just £100 and I’ll throw in the bath for free.

MikeJackson©2017

Another 100-word story for this week’s prompt from Friday Fictioneers.

Photo Prompt © What’s His Name