Bill and Ben flash fiction.
It was a cold November morning in June and the three of them were walking to work. They each had briefcases laden with case work and in their other hand their lunches. They were each wrapped up warm in suit and tie, long black coat, penny loafers and scarf. It was as if Wall Street had clashed with the three amigos. “Lots on today,” said Ben. “Got the Coleshaws at nine, then a...
It was a bright and Sunny day on Harold and Maude’s street. There was bunting running from house to house and Union Jacks in every window. Well, every window except number 51’s. The street’s residents had put out tables, food and drink in celebration of the opening ceremony of the Olympics. Everyone had contributed something, except for number 51. The Haverfords were enjoying...
Make up the next verse
Do you know this tune? Can you sing it like a loon? Can you think of words that sound absurd whose ending rhymes with spoon? Are you casting runes? Or inflating a balloon? Do you know this tune?
The Bannisters were getting ready for their dinner. Harold was in the front room and Maude was in the kitchen, preparing the meal. Harold heard some goings on outside and walked to the window. “Ooh! look at this, Maude,” he remarked, peering through the curtains. “What is it, love?” she called back. “There’s a van outside. People are unloading things!”...
Sitting alone in my room Staring right up at the moon I’m not sure, I don’t know I saw a UFO Rocketing past with a zoom!
There once was a scary old bird Frequently scaring a herd Of old wildebeest Skiing off piste For miles their screaming was heard
I found myself rhyming along Making up words in a song But then I got stuck And so I said “fuck There’s no point in carrying on.”
There’s never enough here to eat I’m constantly run off my feet I’m always affected By things I’ve collected And all of my presents and treats