It’s Friday. That means Friday Fictioneers for this time period while I study and get things in order. Enjoy today’s selection!
copyright-Indira byway of Scott Vanatter
Break It To Me Gently
by Miles Rost
The truck whizzed down the street, blaring it’s horn and trying to get people out of it’s way.
“Breeeeeak iiiiiiit….to me gentlyyyyyyy.”
“Tommy, stop singing right now!”
“Why? I thought you liked this song.”
“Yes, the way Juice Newton sang it. But not when you, Mr. Firefighter of the year, attempt to kill it.”
“It’s my way of dealing with stress.”
“Like your job?”
“We’re going to put out a fire at a guitar factory, why not make it musical?”
The driver facepalmed in his mind, as he continued to race down the highway.
There’s a man who looks on the bright side of everything. I’d hate (love) to see him as a member of the bomb squad.
Having served many years with FD/PD, yes, we all have ways of dealing with stress…. and yes, most of us have songs we sing offkey and full voice just to blow off steam! Our Department’s song was “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”!
Well done. I can empathise with both of them.
I’m still chuckling. In the first sentence, your two “it’s” don’t need those apostrophes–“its horn” and “its way.”
A fire in a guitar factory is something to fret over. Loved the ease of the dialogue. Well done.
Wow, you really are punny, Rochelle.
Great story! Facepalmed in his mind – nice.