Better than she knows herself

(c) Phylor 

‘This is it?’

‘I said wait till you see the inside.’

‘But this is it? It’s surrounded by concrete. Looks like one of those chain pubs. Don’t say it used to be a pub.’

’It wasn’t a pub.’

‘Don’t lie, I’ll be able to smell.’

‘You ready to go in, then?’

‘There’s no privacy. Anyone can walk all around it.’

‘Let’s go in.’

‘Don’t you see it would be a waste of time? I don’t like it.’

‘You ought to see the inside.’

‘One glance. Won’t take more…  Oh, wow! This is unexpected. Look at the fireplace. I love it.’

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For Moral Mondays and FFfAW.

Freedom’s Just a State of Mind

100 words about two powerful men congratulating themselves on how they screwed the UK
I’m a bit late for this week’s Moral Mondays, but I think I scraped in just in time

‘Idiots.’

‘Told ya.’

They high-five, chuckling.

‘I’ll admit to not believing they would fall for it.’

‘You sold it, mate. You did well.’

‘Aw, thanks, man. But this is down to you as well. More so, even. You make the news, you form the nation’s opinion.’

‘Don’t play modest. You started it.’

’Suppose I did.’

More chuckles.

‘The immediate future ain’t gonna look rosy.’

‘Pretty bleak, in fact, I’d imagine.’

‘Your next move?’

‘Lie low for a bit, swoop in like a superhero to save the day as and when.’

‘Good plan.’

‘Bless ‘em. They think they’re free now. Idiots.’

Sacrifices

(c) Yinglan for FFfAW week 72

Don’t look back. Maxie’s sad eyes are following you; you won’t be able to walk away without her if you look.

It’s a good shelter. She’s a good, attractive dog. She’ll find a new home, no problem.

People do all sorts to muddle through. First, you sold the car, it bought a few months. Meant you could only take nearby jobs, though. Not that there’s many going spare farther away.

By giving away Maxie, you postponed the day when you can’t afford food again, but it will still come. Upside is, you won’t have to watch Maxie starve alongside you.

Don’t Want to Believe

100 words about alien abductions
photo by Štefan Štefančík 

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

I don’t know if I’d said anything right away if I’d known. I mean, who was I going to tell? And what?

To tell the truth, I didn’t believe it had happened. I dismissed it as a Technicolor nightmare, fuelled by a recent SciFi movie binge.

The second time, I felt again as if I’d woken from a bad dream. Doubts began creeping in, though. I searched online and found others reporting suffering from identical dreams.

Tonight, we meet, brought together by a real-life Agent Mulder. He believes our theory that we’ve become lab rats for a hostile alien species.

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An opening line for this week’s WP Discover Challenge? Of course I’m in.

 

How to Create the Outcome You Desire

100 words about scare tactic politics
FFfAW photo prompt week 71 (c) Louise

A step-by-step guide:

Define your outcome.

Identify a suitable target.

Highlight areas which lend themselves to maligning.

Do field research: Encourage people to speak their mind, buy them a drink if necessary.

Identify overlap between areas you highlighted and your field research. This is Your Message.

Hone Your Message (tip: if writing copy isn’t your strength, hire a professional – you must get it spot on).

Release Your Message into the world and watch the sheep flock to your side.

Small print: Be advised the Scarecrow Method has side effects, some of which cannot be easily reversed upon reaching your outcome.

Soar Lemming Soar

100 words about an artist who never finishes what he starts
photo by Michael Browning 

‘Sam! I’ve had another idea. A better one. I think this is the one, you know?’

‘So we’re doing that again?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Do you remember last time?’

‘Last time was different. It was a bad idea, I see it now. But this isn’t.’

‘Give it two weeks… I think you should see the current one through.’

‘You don’t understand, I have to follow my muse.’

‘Last time you said your muse was a jerk sometimes. Sure she isn’t leading you off a cliff again?’

‘I’ve never been so sure of anything.’

‘Dave… You say that every time.’

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Can you guess what this week’s Moral Mondays prompt is?

The Reading Room

100 words about the reading room from hell
Photo prompt for FFfAW week 71, (c) TJ Paris – thanks for the inspiration! 

She admires old shelves filled with even older books. She can’t believe she’s in. Admission to the reading room is a privilege, bestowed exclusively on the brightest young lawyers.

‘It’s quite hot, isn’t it?’

She’s whispering – anything above a hushed voice would seem out of order. The senior parter chuckles. Loudly.

‘This is nothing. Wait until you get access to the lower levels. It’s hot there.’

She didn’t know about the lower levels.

‘Is the ceiling flickering?’

Her companion chuckles again.

‘You signed without reading the contract?’

She nods.

‘Well, you signed. Once you’re in, there is no getting out.’

What My Father Taught Me

100 words about an absent father
photo by Alex Jones 

When I watch my girlfriends – one going through a nasty divorce, another dating jerk after jerk, and that’s only the last few months – I appreciate what I learnt from my old man. His teaching methods were unconventional – the cheating liar abandoned my mother, my sister and me during my formative years.

I hated him, for almost a decade. But look at me now. I’m nearing thirty and no man has left a chink in my armour. I expect the worst, I expect behaviour worthy of my father. I haven’t met anyone half as bad yet. I haven’t been disappointed again.