Friday Fictioneers -The Boys Of Summer

(Author’s Note: On a “vacation” of sorts. Mostly spending time relaxing and getting some important downtime. I hope to have more stories coming up soon, but until then…here’s another Fictioneers.)

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©Dale Rogerson

The Boys Of Summer

by Miles H. Rost

“Alright, boys. Let’s get out there and do what we do!” Coach said, as he looked into the eyes of his players.

The Keneely Knickerbockers were the #1 Junior League baseball team, for the first time in 87 years. It was a feat. Coach didn’t know how it happened, but they just started playing well this season. And now they were there, in Williamsburg, Virginia, at the Junior League Championship.

As the 16 and 17-year-old boys ran out of the tunnel, they looked to the stands. They saw the girls who traveled across the country to see them play.

They lovingly gazed at the girls who made them the Boys of Summer.

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Friday Fictioneers – Taking This Town (Again?!)

(Author’s note: Hidiho, neighbors! Currently training my replacement in anticipation of a new position coming up. In the meantime, doing my duty with putting a Fictioneers up. This one reuses music that I’ve used before, but I think it’s appropriate. Enjoy!)

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© C.E. Ayr

Taking This Town (Again?!?!)

by Miles H. Rost

 Melbourne.

City of culture, finance, and interest.

The 20 students snuck in overnight, flying into Tullamarine Airport, looking like smiling tourists. They walked past immigration, past the taxis, onto the nearest train platform. They smiled as they got on, and in unison, looked out the window.

As the trains eventually pulled into the Southern Cross Yards, each of the students looked towards a blonde haired girl with Chinese features.

“We have been selected for a great future. We are the future of Australia’s education.”

The train slowed to a stop.

“Time to take this town, girls!”

They rushed out the doors, onto unsuspecting businessmen and college registrars.

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Friday Fictioneers – Bend Me Shape Me

(Author’s Note: I’ll be celebrating my 37th year of completed existence in a few days. This is how I feel right now!)

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©Sandra Crook

Bend Me Shape Me

by Miles H. Rost

Mark walked into the chiropractor’s office. The doc smiled at him, as he closed the door.

“How can we help you today?”

“Doctor, I think my back is starting to go. I keep waking up and not being able to get out of bed.”

“I think I got just the thing. It’ll bend you, shape you, do anything you want of it.”

They walked to the back room, where there was a bed with no sides. It looked like the shape of an I.

“What’s this?”

“It’s something new I came up with. It stretches you in different ways. I call it the I-rack!”

Mark ran out the door, never to return.

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Friday Fictioneers – Lonely Girls

(Author’s Note: Happy New Year a few days early! 2017 should yield a lot more from me, depending. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

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©Shaktiki Sharma

Lonely Girls

by Miles H. Rost

Marina looked like a lost rich girl among the steel and neon of the area.

“So, what are you doing here?” a blonde waif asked
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend…”
“On Hooker Row? Likely story.”
“Wait, you think I work down here?”
“You’re here, right? Girls don’t come here to wait for boyfriends.”
“He said he’s coming from work. He’d be here in 10 minutes.”
“Where does he work?”
“He didn’t tell me where, but he seems important. He drives an expensive car.”

The waif laughed.

“Oh, you’re sweet. You’re going to be quite a catch. He’s a pimp, y’know.”

Marina’s face blanched.

Please…let that not be true…

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Friday Fictioneers – Driving Home For Christmas

(Author’s Note: Merry Christmas. When I find out more info, I could have updates. To make it simple: I may be moving to public school teaching. Otherwise, here’s today’s Fictioneers! Merry Christmas, yet again!)

 

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© Roger Bultot

Driving Home For Christmas

by Miles H. Rost

Justin Lamphere walked. Carrying a pack and a gas can, he held his thumb out. Around his thumb, a keychain with the picture of a 7 year old girl.

“I hope I can get home to you, peanut,” he said, as though she was there.

Just as he turned around, he heard a vehicle pull over onto the gravel.

“Hey!” he heard a shout from the car, “Trying to get home for Christmas, Marine?”

“Yeah!” Justin called out, running towards the car.

“Which city?”

“Charlestown!”

“Get your butt in here, maggot! We’re getting you home!”

Thank you, Lord…and thank you, Chesty Puller, he thought.

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Friday Fictioneers – Wild Horses

(Continuing with the note that I am still in the job hunt, so work on the blog will be light until I start my new position. Enjoy today’s Fictioneers.)

 

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Wild Horses

by Miles H. Rost

“You should get outside to take care of the horses.”

Sally stretched as she turned over in the bed.
“Wild horses could not drag me away from you, honey.”

Eric looked into her eyes and just shook his head.
“I don’t need to be out of bed for 2 more hours. You need to get those domestic horses to the barn before the snow swallows them up.”

Sally cuddled in closer
“Domesticated horses will not drag me away from you. I nearly lost you last year in winter. I am taking all I can get now.”

Eric sighed.

“Can’t argue with that.”

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Friday Fictioneers – I Will Get To You

(Author’s note: Job hunting time is happening, which means that my current amount of blogging/storywriting will probably be what I get to. In Korea, if you’re an average teaching schlub, you have to renew your contract year after year. So, I am on the hunt for a new teaching job that gets me closer to Seoul. Otherwise, enjoy this piece that just popped into mind.)

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Enter a caption © Lucy Fridkin

I Will Get To You

by Miles H. Rost

“Do you remember the drill?”

Captain Paul Jacobson of the 27th Precinct grumbled at his makeshift partner, Captain Brock Kaplan of the NYPD Harbor Division.

“Get onto Government Island, get the girl, get out, no shots.”

“Do you remember what else you’re supposed to do?”

“Do you think this is my first rodeo, Kaplan?” Jacobson said, glaring hatefully.

Kaplan sighed as he gradually slowed the speedboat down. The plainclothes of the duo were covered in sea mist.

“This is my niece we’re talking about. And we’re not authorized.”

Jacobson looked down, shaking his head. Remembering his little Lisa, he steeled himself for the fight.

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