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Friday Fictioneers ~ Nov 16

Every Friday authors from around the world gather  to share their 100-words based on the photo prompt and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. If you would like to join us please do! Go here for  all the details

Once again thank you to Rochelle for hosting this event!

copy right Sean Fallon

Old Bob gave a cackle. Another jar of batteries. He picked it up and opened his cupboard. Setting the bottle on the shelf he stood back and admired his collection. He had jar after jar set in rows. Batteries, copper wire, nails, bits and pieces that only he knew what they were. He rubbed his hands together and gave a lunatic’s smile. He shut the door to his prize collection and turned to his kitchen table. Sitting in a rickety chair, Old Bob gave another nasty cackle, opened the booklet and read. The title of  the book, “Building Bombs for Dummies”

45 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers ~ Nov 16

  1. Nice. Also nice that he had an anglicized name and not the generic Arabic bimb makers name. Oddly, unless he was using them for shrapnel, I’m pretty sure Bob would’t need to use batteries in a dummy built bomb. A battery is just a fail point


    1. well what can I say Seb? I really don’t know how to make a bomb myself, but you know I just pictured one with batteries for some reason. Hmm do they make bombs with batteries??? Now I suppose is the wrong time to ask that. 😉 And not all crazies come from another country is what I think.


    1. I can’t be sure, but I’m hoping there isn’t a dummie book for it. Now a days thought you just never know.


  2. Let’s do a children’s book version and call it Bomb Builder Bob. What an exciting time the kids will have wiring items together and watching them explode. I’m sure it would be a best seller in Afghanistan 🙂


  3. Ted’s (Kaczynski not Strutz) brother? Compulsive collectors are getting short shrift in these stories. Love your voice and the lightness in Bob’s heart as he reds.




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