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The last stop (Friday Fictioneers)

November 3, 2016


As interplanetary trading posts went this one was not awful. I mean it wasn’t the best I’ve been in, but I’ve seen worse, much worse. This one didn’t have a dead body in the bathroom, so yeah not the worst.

The bell bonged as I stepped inside.

“Hello?” I called into silence. Okay. I could smell hotdogs. More to the point the scent of mustard. A cool breeze tickled the hairs at the back of my neck. “Ah, hello? I called again, this time softer. I backed up. You know, I didn’t need cash this badly. I turned and ran.



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  1. What a fun pastiche! Congratulations

  2. Funny how silence and an empty space can sometimes be terrifying – nice take.

  3. Doesn’t sound like the kind of place you’d want to linger. Well done.

  4. Dale permalink

    Back away slowly….

  5. Dear Laurie,

    This had a Star Wars feel to it. Very enjoyable.



  6. Very wise. A place to avoid methinks!

    My silly story!

  7. Ha.. I will remember this… one star: is attributed to trading posts that have dead guests left in the bathrooms. two stars: trading posts that include the scent of mustard.

  8. michael1148humphris permalink

    I liked the openness of your writing, just enough words to make the reader wonder.

    • Thank you Michael…. i figure what the reader comes up could be better than i could write!! Ha ha 😀

  9. Delightful first line. It says so much.

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