Friday Fictioneers

Published Wednesday February 24

Thank you Al Forbes for the picture, and Rochelle for hosting.

‘I say Hector, what a splendid beast’

‘It certainly is Arthur. The latest thing, motor cars. One day everybody will own one’

Hector swung the starting handle round and round until the engine spluttered into life. Arthur disappeared in a cloud of black exhaust. He staggered backwards coughing and gasping for breath. He wiped his streaming eyes and took on the look of a startled panda.

‘I certainly hope not Hector. The countryside will disappear under all this filthy smoke’.

Farmer Ned stopped his horse and cart to observe the scene. A wry smile spread across his face as the horse dumped a pile of steaming excrement beside Hector's car, then trotted off.



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