Robin’s Nest – Friday Fictioneers, May 2022

Copyright Brenda Cox

Robin believes everyone needs a place to call their own.

Somewhere away from city folk and their incessant screaming, their clutching hands hanging onto their miserable existences.

Robin wonders if anything can compare with climbing the hillside at the end of an exhausting yet exhilarating day and thankfully laying down your burden.

He says every man needs somewhere to put his feet up, a place to lay the head.

So he reaches his allotment, sighs with relief and thanks the stars above for this, his own space.

He glances at the shelves by his door.

Now… where to lay this head? 

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A rehash of a story from over eight years ago, in the absence of any inspiration once again.  Grateful thanks to someone never short of inspiration, the leader of Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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44 Responses to Robin’s Nest – Friday Fictioneers, May 2022

  1. michael1148humphris says:

    Wicked Robin, he needs to see a psychiatrist, they might shrink his heads.

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  2. neilmacdon says:

    I hope that’s a head of lettuce, but somehow I don’t think it is

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  3. Dear Sandra,

    Robin sounds like a simple man with uncomplicated desires. Love the voice. (Nothing wrong with a rehash πŸ˜‰ )

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. granonine says:

    I immediately pictured him placing a head–anyone’s head–on a shelf, with the rest of his collection.

    Don’t know why I had such a dark thought!

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  5. Tannille says:

    I was going to leave a comment about the simple things in life. But that final line is a killer.

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  6. elmowrites says:

    Masterfully built, as usual Sandra. Sounds like his shelves are getting a bit full.

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  7. msjadeli says:

    Sounds so idyllic and is revealed to be shockingly gruesome. (If I read it right.)

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  8. Frank Hubeny says:

    I am glad to hear he found a place to stay at his allotment.

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  9. Iain Kelly says:

    That took an unexpected, and grizzly turn. An unusual surprise, most welcome!

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  10. Sue says:

    Nasty bit of work…

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  11. You always give a us great read, Sandra.
    Isadora 😎

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  12. Bill says:

    Since I did not read it the first time round, it’s a new story to me. Nicely done, Sandra, then and now.

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  13. GHLearner says:

    Whoops. That last line threw me right out of my feel-good zone.

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  14. A man cave with a difference. What a twist!

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  15. plaridel says:

    it’s only human to need space. otherwise, we go insane. πŸ™‚

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  16. James McEwan says:

    Yep, everyone needs a hobby to escape from their daily drudgery. But collecting heads! Does he shrink them? Mind you, pulling weeds in the allotment is not as much fun.

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  17. Liz Young says:

    Oh my word! That was a shocker!

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  18. I very much enjoyed the build up to the shocking end! Great twist, Sandra.

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  19. Margaret says:

    He’s doing a public service perhaps – putting an end to the ‘miserable existence’ of some of the city folk. Such a surprise twist at the end. Phew. Loved it.

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  20. Dale says:

    Only on my second reading did I realise that waitaminute… it’s not that he has less space for his OWN head to rest… You are so wicked!

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  21. pennygadd51 says:

    You have me wondering why he collects heads! quite a twist that one.

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  22. Nobbinmaug says:

    That last line was so unexpected, I didn’t read it right the first time. I was imagining him looking for a place to sleep. That was a doozy of an ending. That’s the problem with growing collections, eventually one runs out of space.

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