Friday Fictioneers: All This Social Media Nonsense

 

 

 

 

All This Social Media Nonsense

 

‘All this Facebook, Twitter and what have you? Last year I got three business deals through in the time my niece spent on Social Media. All this buying clothes and tapping away on that machine. Today some tough love is in order Jack. She needs to learn how to be out in the real world with real people.’, I said to my brother.

He smiled, sipped his tea.

‘Zara has an online fashion business that’s doing very well Andrew.’, Jack smiled.

I sip my tea. He and I know my business is crumbling but talking big makes me feel better.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Half-Brothers

 

 

 

 

 

 

Half-Brothers

 

Bryce wasn’t sure what to expect when he arrived at the train tracks in Michigan. He just had a nice meal with his estranged father and his new family. No one addressed the elephant in the room. The twenty-five plus years. His skateboarding half-brother made his feelings clear by not attending and coming here instead.

‘Chas, hey …’

‘You’re the son my Dad didn’t want.’

Chas continued skateboarding.

‘I’m not here to cause trouble or take your Dad away from you.’

‘Why are you here?’

‘Because I need to know where I came from.’

‘California, dude, so go home, yeah?’

 

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Friday Fictioneers: The Barn

 

 

The Barn

 

‘Which one of these could we use to burn the body?’, Anna fretted.

‘They all seem empty.’, Rick replied in a panic.

Police sirens could be heard in the distance. Their mother lay dead in the barn after they had killed her…

 

Respected woman of the community who had stood by as her now deceased husband had molested his children. Now both 25, the twins had finally got rid of them both. Daddy last year, Mammy this year.

‘This one’s full. Light the match.’, Rick said and he and Anna fled to a better future as the blaze went up.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Fishing Trip

 

 

Fishing Trip

 

‘Dad, this must be our hundredth fishing trip.’, Nate said.

He and his father walked. It was the first time Nate had been home since his Mum’s funeral. His Dad was quiet.

‘Many memories I have of our trips. You patching my knee up Dad when I was 3, me coming out to you as bi at 14, when you told me two years ago at 24 that Mum was ill. Do you want to talk about Mum Dad?’

Nate’s Dad gestured for him to sit with him,

‘Your Mum told me before her death that I’m not your father.’

 

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Friday Fictioneers: This Place

 

 

 

This Place

 

Danny looked at his reflection in the water. This place was as it used to be. Except there was new graffiti on the walls covering old graffiti from history. Like a new tattoo covering an old one. He didn’t look at the rocks. Tried to concentrate on the light. He had run from here for too long …

 

Fifteen years ago, high on drugs and alcohol, he had killed a guy here over a girl who ended up marrying another man. At fourteen he thought it was love …

 

The police siren sounded in the distance. It was time to stop running.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: The Tradition

 

 

 

The Tradition

 

Traditions. Dave liked to uphold them. Things weren’t the same since the hubby died. That old devil called cancer. They used to come here. Dave would cook up his beef sausages and veggie ones for Sam. Sam was the moralist. Though he used to take the piss it was one of the many things he loved about him. There was two chairs, Sam carving his Celtic designs on the tree. Always trying put some culture into Dave. Never worked.

 

Dave came to think of Sam and to try to get over the stages of grief for the first time alone.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Moves

 

 

 

Moves

 

Life is full of moves. Should one move forward? Take a step back? Stay in one space? When should one voice their opinions? When should they just shut-up? Should one go for that job? Or wait for a better one? Can one afford to? Be honest? Sit on the fence? Take that holiday or save for a rainy day?

Life is often like a game of chess. One right move and you’re smiling. The next you’re down on your luck. When we are children we look at the world in wonder. But after childhood it gets complicated with each move.

 

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