Mary was of a nervous disposition, she was due to go for surgery to remove an unwanted growth on her neck. Fortunately for her the growth disappeared. She was elated until a further diagnosis was revealed.
‘Sorry you have an advanced form of cancer.’
Mary, shocked at the impact of this word, just sobbed her heart out.
Then a brand new treatment had an even bigger impact?
The island was just cliffs containing an enormous lighthouse. The lighthouse contained a keeper, but recently nobody had seen him. Provisions were delivered by a helicopter drop on a monthly basis. The pilot Tom landed, contacted base and reported a mechanical fault with the helicopter. Help was on the way.
Tom knocked, there was no response, he tried the handle, the door was locked. He peered into the window and saw an unkempt, bearded, hunchbacked figure, sitting watching him, with an ugly scowl on his face pointing a gun. ‘Can you hear me?’
The auctioneer was in full flow. ‘We have one bottle of 2000 Krug champagne worth £1750. This vintage has a delicate flavour, full of the exotic but subtle nuance of taste and flavour making a highly desirable investment’.
Billy was an urban rat, part of a large ratpack. Food was becoming scarce during the lock-down of the two-legged giants. No-one was eating in their restaurants and discarded food was becoming scarcer. The leader of the pack called the rats to a mass meeting.
‘Listen friends, we’re moving out to the green fields of the farms with grain stores, and mounds of food growing everywhere.’
There was a chorus of agreement, then Roberta Rat shouted.
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
Professor Vince was working on mind magic. A way of allowing people to experience their own individual versions of television programmes delivered through a special mind controlled screen.
‘Jimmy, think of a programme you would like to see, or just say programmes into the magic box.’
‘Yes Professor,’
Jimmy thought of football and instantly a match was relayed onto a blank picture frame set up in the lab. Time and again the programmes changed to his personal preferences on the instant of a thought. With a sparklingly realistic picture on the blank canvas in the picture frame.
‘Wow! This is an impressive new technology, how much will it cost to be developed?’
Suddenly Jimmy collapsed on the laboratory floor and stopped breathing. He came round after some resuscitation and began to comment on a nonexistent football match garbled with travel programmes, mixed up with history programmes and peppa pig.
The Professor gave a shrug of his shoulders and remarked, ‘Further experimentation will be required. Meantime LCD televisions are a far better buy than Plasma televisions.’
Jimmy was confined for treatment in hospital and is still there to this day.
Until about 2007, plasma displays were commonly used in large televisions (30 inches (76 cm) and larger). Since then, they have lost nearly all market share due to competition from low-cost LCDs and more expensive but high-contrast OLED flat-panel displays. Manufacturing of plasma displays for the United States retail market ended in 2014,[1][2] and manufacturing for the Chinese market ended in 2016.[3][4][needs update]
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’. Which can be found by following the link below..
DON’T TELL ME ITS FATE
KILLER OF PLASMA TV’S
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