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Signs, Schmigns – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my Readers.  Hope you are enjoying sunshine in your necks of the woods.  It is shining here but has not understood the principle of generating heat.  Flipping cold, is what it is!  Oh well, as long as we have our little group here to warm us up with stories of frights, sights and heights, we’re good!

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Signs, Schmigns

Jack and Jill continued to climb the mountain, following the extremely primitive road.

“Bummer.  Looks like we have to stop here.”

“Why?”

“Really, Jack?  Do you not see the sign?”

“Signs Schmigns.  Signs, like rules, are meant to be challenged.  I say we keep going.  Besides, look.  The road appears to still be in use.  Let’s use it!”

Jill reluctantly agreed and off they went, not knowing what was waiting for them around the bend.

Four men holding machine guns pointed at their chests.  That’s what was waiting for them around the bend.

“Stop!  Did you not see the sign?”

 

102 thoughts on “Signs, Schmigns – Friday Fictioneers

    • A friend of mine went to Colombia with his friend they willingly took a road that said: Do no go past this sign, people get kidnapped or worse. And they took it anyway. Got around a bend and saw at the top of the hill, a man with a machine gun. The started backing up when another popped up beside them. They yelled so loud the guy stepped back and fell into the ditch. They then sped, backwards, back to the main road! Nuts, I tell ya, totally nuts!

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  1. Is it any surprise it’s the dude who doesn’t pay attention to the sign? 🙂
    I pay attention to signs, usually. And thank Gawd for GPS, because now I NEVER have to get out of my car again in the event (when) I get lost.
    I’ve never had someone point a gun at me after I disobeyed a sign, but that’s only because I don’t allow peeps in my car with firearms.

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  2. I think instead of putting up a sign that says Stop, or No Trespassing. They should erect one that says. “Come on in, we’re fixin’ to kill you.” Feel free to add “eh?” to the end of that statement if you want.

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    • Frankly, my friend in Colombia read the sign that said: Do not go further, people get kidnapped and killed…. so he took it. Dumbass. At least he and his friend survived it but man…

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  3. I knew walking in the wild was a bad idea – at least in the city, you’re expecting to get mugged! 🙂 Wonder how they’re going to get out of this one … Hope they’ve got plenty of vinegar and brown paper with them 🙂 Lovely twist on a classic Dale

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  4. A bit of tongue-in-cheek- humor with the JJ’s. Oh, you funny gal, Dale.
    I had it all figured out until the rifles. Woman should never listen to men. They never know where they’re going. I hope Jill doesn’t give Jack a little push. It could be painful with all those jagged mountain edges.
    Great story …. have a special FUN weekend.
    Isadora 😎

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  5. I think Jack and Jill inspired the song,,,,

    Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
    Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
    Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?

    Fun story Dale.

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  6. And that’s why Jack came tumbling down. It was dem machine guns!
    I think you should named him Donald. He would stopped the gunmen had he been in the scene. Indeed, he would have charged the gunmen if he had no weapon: “I really believe I’d run in there even if I didn’t have a weapon.”

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