Pleased to finally find a home for this piece of nonsense at The Gorko Gazette . It will appear in their autumn collection (northern hemisphere), spring edition (southern hemisphere).
Freddie Stare was a fabulous finesser of foot-tapping fantasia, with his fascinating rhythms filling the gravity-free firmament after he found Fionnuala Fagan, the famed fox-trotter from Fenagh.
However, after a time, he’d decided he could fare well without fair Fionnuala and was making a fine fettle of flying solo on his seemingly-feathered feet and was often to be seen playing footsies with a wide array of footloose floozies.
Not to be fobbed off, Fionnuala furiously fanned her desire for fatal revenge and fossicked through files on pharmacology, seeking to distill a phial of foul poison to fix Freddie’s fate, knowing full well he would return to the fold in the future.
She made up a tincture of fenugreek, fennel, feverfew, fo-ti root and shrooms, disguising its fetid taste with fruit juice and fizzy Fanta.
Eventually, Freddie became fatigued and grew too floppy for fandangos, fornications and frolics so he presented himself to Fionnuala, with fraudulent fork-tongued promises of faithfulness, in order to charm her into ministering to his frail and failing frame, for old friendship’s sake.
Fionnuala was not to be fooled by Freddie’s flattering fakery but feigned concern and bade him drink her felicitous tincture, which she said she’d named in his honour as ‘Freddie’s Fantasia’. Soon after Freddie fell flat on his face and Fionnuala fed him to the fiery furnace.
Fabulously fantastic!
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Many thanks, Robert
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You’re welcome, Doug 🙂
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Flaming Hell, what a farewell for dead Fred.
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F’in’ oath. 🙂
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F’in’ fantabulous!
Freaking Fried Fred!
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Many thanks. Glad you enjoyed it,
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I b’lieve my front teeth have fused to my lower lip after reading this aloud to the cat! 😋😄
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You read it to your cat? I’d call the RSPCA if it weren’t for the renowned indifference of cats to literature. 🙂
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It was chilly this morning, so he was wrapped like a Purrito in our shared blanket. He’s fine!
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