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Friday Fictioneers: It’s a Shit Business

Rochelle its been a while, but thank the Lord you’re still here, keeping this little corner of the internet full of creation and surprises. I’ve been signed off as being unmotivated and tired by myself, still have to “work” sadly, but thats what its like being trapped in a job which you used to love and seemingly unable to get out. Institutionalised as Red from Shawshank would say. Anyway, 100 words, based on the picture: 

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

My late Father, my behind time Grandfather and my extremely belated Great Grandfather were all Farmers. Gong Farmers.

Barely a single passing passed them without knowing whose it was or what they’d had for dinner. Life was tough and so there was only so much available.

Then Monster Munch, Fluorescent Socks and Benidorm arrived changing global dietary habits.

My father started finding packets of white powder among the Bottom Fudge, making quite the collection, until he sadly succumbed after swallowing a second-hand smidge of Death-Cap mushroom.

I now employ folk to farm the Gong for me, and believe me, it’s Good Shit…

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