(Author’s note: So, for the first time in a long time, I missed Fictioneers last week. I was on an Amtrak crossing the Northwest quadrant of the US, to visit family in Minnesota. I am on the way back later this week, so I got time to write this week. I will have more about things coming up, but I figured today would be a good day for writing a fictioneers. Enjoy!)
by Miles H. Rost
“Those are the biggest speakers I have ever seen.”
Janelle craned her neck to see the top of the massive sound blasters. Marty just chuckled as he turned knobs.
“These babies should be able to project our band’s sound everywhere.”
Marty smiled as he plugged his guitar into the amp.
“Are you sure you’re not going to go deaf?”
“What? Me? Go deaf? This isn’t “Back To The Future”!”
He lifted his pick, Janelle knowingly jumping behind the couch. He brought it down.
Janelle looked up after the colossal *boom*, seeing Marty fly over her into a table of strawberries.