A corvid cawed boisterously. And that was fine. But a flight of ducks went over, oddly calling “toc-a-toc”. I knew I couldn’t be in Kansas anymore. There was a man, naked but for a loincloth and a feathered headdress. He said something in a language I did not understand, though I sensed the question to be gentle.
So, I shrugged, not knowing the words in his language for “I don’t speak your language.” But I felt I’d landed somewhere safe.
He repeated the question, with more insistence, and I shrugged again. That was when he clubbed me.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
Savage instincts! 😦
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The only way to deal with those who won’t communicate
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😨
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Sure didn’t see that coming. Good write!
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Thanks so much.
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Dear Neil,
Apparently he wasn’t so safe after all. You know I live about five miles from the Kansas border? Thought I’d toss that in. 😉 A rather tenuous link to the prompt. All good. I like tenuous.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much, Rochelle.
The link was the cables between two devices that can’t be connected.
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So much for fantasy adventure.
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Thanks so much, James
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I love that you bypassed the obvious in the image on this write, Neil. And lack of communication too often ends up with one being clubbed.
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Thanks so much, Dale
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Back to the future? I hope you recovered from your concussion 🙂
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Definitely a failure to communicate! hehehehe
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It could have been so beautiful too
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An amusing tale! I guess body language and tone don’t translate as well as he thought.
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Or the inhabitants of this land are decidedly touchy
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Well maybe he received the more safe, gentle clubbing. Funny tale today.
Tracey
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Communication breakdown, I like your take, its what ive been living this week at work. Good stuff.
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Thanks so much
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It’s pretty risky to bluff your way through a conversation if you don’t understand anything. Sounds like he won’t survive long enough to learn the lesson, though.
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Thanks for reading, David
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Truly not in Kansas anymore – and I read what you wrote to Rochelle about the cables not connecting – and how that led to your story here – very good.
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Thanks so much, Prior
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;0)
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There are many places that are not alien friendly these days. Makes you think if in the future space travellers arrive on Earth, will they be welcome.
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Thanks for reading, James
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LOL
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*S*
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Ooooo surprise ending. And here I heard the word Nevermore. Not so safe now. Talk about ending up in the past… a long way past
Well done
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Thanks so much., Laurie
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be consoled, he survived to tell his story. 🙂
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It was only a friendly little tap to bring him to his senses
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There’s verbal communication and physical communication, unfortunately this was the latter!
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He was asking for it
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Ouch! The primary mode of communication these days…
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Sadly, yes
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