Getting The Job Done #flashfiction

John Plont scanned the cafe, before joining Harry Pettimoron. He fitted the iv line and sighed. ‘You well?’

Harry frowned. ‘Missus was a bit runky and the mutt had a touch of the dribblets. Busy day.’

‘Yeah? What’s on the job-sheet?’

‘A couple of underwibbling grommoids and another of those leaking photorombollons.’

‘More photorombollons? Nasty buggers. Last one nearly jellied my tooblocket. Helen was dead unimpressed.’

‘I bet. Hadn’t she just had her scroombottles reframbrigated?’

‘Yeah. And her nails done.’

Harry nodded. ‘Colin’s having a management hang-in, see if we can’t get double-wonders next time. Let’s do the photorombollons first, then we can warm our prantiles on Mrs Patterson’s froomdogle.’

‘You think she’ll have some of those refragranced zip-zoomers? I could murder a couple.’

Harry rubbed his stomach. ‘I’ll pass. My orifices are clagging. Come on.’

John released the line, burped and floated after Harry to their truck.

‘So holiday plans?’

‘Oh the usual. We’ve giving the Mother in law to medical research again – they’re taking some cuttings from her hippocampus – and the kids school has organised a Time Warp for their history project before they Build an Alien lifeform at the Other Species camp.’

‘What base material do they use these days? Silicone? Carbon?

‘Zinc-based ginger with a cardamom isotope. You get peace loving bipeds with low flatulence and good posture. We’re here.’

Once the scaffo-magnets were in place they set about sealing the light leak.

‘How did this happen?’ Harry wrestled with the parallel dimension.

‘Office party. Someone snagged the fabric of time with their party heels.’

John steadied the magnets while Harry stitched the hole shut. 


‘Doris said we should take a cruise. Jupiter’s good value since they reupholstered its Red Spot. ‘There. Time for a break.’


This was written in response to the latest Microcosms prompt: construction worker, cafe, comedy

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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9 Responses to Getting The Job Done #flashfiction

  1. Ritu says:

    You’re like the Roald Dahl of the blogisphere with your funny words!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Your imagination is awesome Geoff.
    ‘Zinc-based ginger with a cardamom isotope. You get peace loving bipeds with low flatulence and good posture.’
    Totally brilliant.

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    Okay I have stepped through the gossima thin temporal line matter thingydoozle !

    Liked by 1 person

  4. In a flash with so many great words and images, my fav image is ‘John released the line, burped and floated after Harry to their truck’ 😀 Where do the names come from? Do they just pop up on your walks with Dog?

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