Tuesday tiny Tale – Digital Dialogue -‘New Series’

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That is over a decade…

I agree, in fact the tiny seaside town where we film has had no real murders in the past decade.

But that’s because they have had no crime at all since we started filming; the locals are paranoid they might be accidentally filmed dropping litter or parking on a double yellow line, let alone burglary or murder.

What would we have for a story line? How would we compete with Scandi Noir and cold cases in hot Australian country towns?

That sounds boring, viewers expect some deaths.

They, could be a female officer.

Or in the bathroom, it would like steamy conditions. But is that going to take six episodes?

Hm, at least that’s quite violent.

Which was difficult because the pigs had already half eaten him…

Sorry, sorry, this is not going to work, especially as the BBC wants to axe us, production costs too high.

Hang on, I thought we had ruined their lives, causing property prices to rocket with everyone wanting to live there or have holiday homes. No chance for the young locals.

No wonder production costs are so high, but it would cause an outcry. The public are looking forward to series eleven and the 2024 Christmas Special. We need to think of a really good plot, spy submarine in the harbour sinks a fishing boat with three generations on board…

Monday Meanderings

Friday Flash Fiction 500 -Through The Portal

Today’s tiny tale follows on from Tuesday’s story or you can read it alone as a flash fiction.

Mike was the last person I wanted to talk to on this amazing day. I was just about to quietly explain to Stewart that he must be witness to what I was about to do, when Mike from our cycling club came bowling over with his inane chatter. Stewart was the only person who knew that The Portal on the beach was not just an art installation. Now my watch was telling me that the portal alignment was reaching the optimum moment again.

I had messed up the first time, but a scientist learns from his mistakes and keeps trying. Taking a step forward I had felt a force I can’t describe, saw a break in reality… or did I see anything? Flustered, I would not use the word panic, I had instinctively closed my eyes and stepped back.

This time I must do it, there might not be another chance, the portal was only granted a few days as part of the arts festival, then it must come down. I could not let all my work and research be wasted. Nobody would notice me as they wandered around the portal, taking photos of themselves in the reflections, touching the shiny surface to feel the vibrations. I strode forward.

It hadn’t worked, I was still standing on the beach looking at the sea, the portal behind me. Then I saw myself walking towards me.

The other me spoke, or had I read his thoughts?

Simultaneously we reached out to touch each other, then we both recoiled, speaking at the same moment…

I motioned to him to be silent.

For a moment I felt as if we were naughty school boys doing an experiment that would not be approved of. I decided to remain silent, giving the other Ben a chance to relate his story.

I twisted round to look back through the portal and sure enough there was Mike jabbering away to Stewart, gesticulating as if he was working his new bicycle gears. What could be better proof that an alternate universe would be exactly the same, in how many universes was boring Mike replicated?