Friday Fictioneers:Eulogy for Tin

”Listen. That was the worst thing I ever had to do. Bury him in a scrap heap. Oil change for my best friend. At the store, they were out of the usual, 10 W 30. And the old lady promised that he would be fine with synthetic oil. I’m sure she knows what she’s talking about, I told myself. I didn’t know that he was allergic to anything else. I swear on my life.”

”She’s a metallurgist? ”

”I think so. An alchemist is the same thing, right? “

”No, not if that’s her riding that broom and cackling, ” said Tom, pointing.

  13 comments for “Friday Fictioneers:Eulogy for Tin

  1. December 1, 2018 at 5:45 AM

    Very clever take..

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  2. December 1, 2018 at 8:05 AM

    Dear Amy,

    A few of us went to Oz this week. 😉 Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with your clever take.



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    • December 1, 2018 at 8:52 AM

      Thank you! I look forward to many more 😊


  3. December 1, 2018 at 10:15 AM

    Ooh, another Oz interpretation – loved it!

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  4. December 1, 2018 at 12:02 PM

    Looks like the Wicked Witch has had a resurrection 🙂 Fun take.

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    • December 1, 2018 at 2:48 PM

      Yes , she’s back 😉


  5. December 2, 2018 at 2:49 AM

    Bring on the Wicked Witch – love the mix up of the words too. Great take.

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  6. December 3, 2018 at 5:02 PM

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, Amy!
    What a great take!

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  7. December 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM

    Make a more new posts please 🙂

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