It’s a funny old year isn’t it, but the vaccine is being rolled out (in the UK at least) and despite not being in the top 9 groups, the news seems to point to the rest of us spring chickens being done by the end of June!! Whoop Whoop!! But until then and since this time last year and before then obviously the amazing Rochelle has been steering the Good Ship FF through choppy waters and the doldrums keeping us entertained and engaged more importantly. You have provided a wonderful public service and I am forever grateful. This week the photograph comes from Super Dale Rogerson an experienced campaigner in the fight against insanity as we talk to our dogs and cats and latterly wheels bins. This better stop soon!!
So 100 words, with a beginning a middle and an end, based on the picture below. So…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Pretty much everything he thought he remembered from his youth was dead or no longer sentient. As he sprayed the roses with “snow-in-a-can” he tried to recall why he bought the stuff and why he was doing it in Decemburary. The hoovering up in Marpril was such a pain.
He would throw it in the cellar which was now full of the stuff, he was sure there was something important he’d kept down there, but the stench was too bad, so searching for whatever it was would be nauseous.
He had a wife once, and wasn’t there a cat too?
There we are a tale of a confused old man in a dystopian world where nothing is real, and its 100 words on the nose. Boom!!
The Count Of North Clifton 
good humor~
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Thanks, I feel the news of the vaccines and the potential to be able to visit the pubs again must have buoyed my spirits!
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Good news can always do that
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Crikey, what else has he forgot during lockdown? Hoping this isn’t based on real life in any way…
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No just a general idea, I tried to write funny once again, but only got a little way there I think!!
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Don’t worry, I laughed – just in an OMG way.
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If he goes into the cellar his memories will come back. But, perhaps, at the cost of his sanity
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Disturbing yet funny story! I find myself wondering about this “snow in a can” and what it really is…
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Pretty much that, but awfully artificial and plastic based I should imagine!
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Oh dear. I wonder what else is down there?
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I gave my lot in Dubai some snow in a can one year, and they’re still trying to get rid of it! Hope that’s not the wife and the cat he can smell down there.
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That’s exactly what they can smell!!
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Spooky. Made me laugh!
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Excellent!! Glad you liked it
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i wonder if he can find something worth holding onto. then again, maybe it doesn’t matter anymore.
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Hes lost his marbles, it’s probably best he avoid the cellar
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Dear Shrawley,
Strawberry Fields…nothing is real…and nothing to get hung about…I echo the words of someone else, “disturbingly funny.”
I’m a bit higher on the list here for the vaccine…no spring chicken but not ready to be put out to pasture.
Thank you for your sweet words in your intro. 😀 That’s the kind of thing that makes keeping Friday Fictioneer afloat worthwhile.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Rochelle
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I think he has been sniffing the ‘snow-in-a-can’ too much.
I like the idea of talking to wheelie bins. Imagine the argument as to which bin you put things – you’d be standing there all day, before the sanity lorry appeared.
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You did manage to crack a laugh… in a holy crap kinda way… Hopefully, the smell down there is from natural causes and not by his hand – then again, it would explain his losing his marbles…
I can’t even picture when my turn will come for the shots. They seem to be rolling them out a snail’s pace here. We really need to start producing our own – which is why we are last on the list…
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The story was excellent, sir, and the explanation unnecessary.
And cheating!
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I love the mixed up words and the obviously mixed up mind. Poor old guy, I hope he didn’t murder his wife or his cat.
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I don’t think he murdered them, he just kept them there after they died, I think…Which I think is slightly more interesting or peculiar, illustrating the breakdown of a mind admirably! Thanks for reading
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Yes, you’re right I hadn’t thought about that
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[…] I like most about The Count of North Clifton‘s submission are the calendic portmanteaus Decemburary and Marpril. I may have to steal […]
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I like how you combined the months. I hope he doesn’t go down there. He’ll never find his way back out.
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What a fascinating story, I hope that it is only the drains that are blocked, and not from anything that he did.🙂
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