Friday Fictioneers – Shinto

(Author’s note: After a wonderful birthday weekend, I am recharged and ready to go for 2023. Hopefully able to get back to doing these once a week. Enjoy today’s fictioneers!)

© Fleur Lind

Shinto

by Miles H. Rost

Evening hauls were not the best for Sadao.

He was more of a day person, and loved his music. But with the salaryman lifestyle not to his liking, he needed a way to make ends meet without living at home.

He passed through the urban Takasaki area, carrying Canadian beef on his way from Ota to Nagano. As the sun went down, he flipped on the radio.

“A trip from the past in America. This is the band Hiroshima, with Shinto…”

Sadao smiled, settling in for the last leg of his first run.

It would be a good night.

From the “Odori” album, 1980.
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Friday Fictioneers – My Hometown

(Author’s note: I took a month off of writing completely. Things have been a little bit busy with work and I was in a bit of a jam writing-wise. The jam is slowly removing itself, and I am starting to get back into the swing of it with a 3 work-day vacation this week, a “use-it-or-lose-it” thing. Today’s last item caps off a year that was, in a lot of ways, not the best year for a great number of folk. But, take it as you will. Here’s today’s last Fictioneers of 2022.)

© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

My Hometown

by Miles H. Rost

Granddad opened the Nicosean Bakery along Latrobe Street in 1927, before all the other Greeks came to Melbourne.

Visitors, tourists, and famous people would come in at various times for traditional Baklava, piping hot finikia, or even traditional raised and filled donuts.

Dad took over in 1974, and the institution served to the Greek Orthodox community every year with its specialty breads.

2021 was to be the year I took over. But that disease came, and the officials who bought our baked goods shut us down. “Safety” they said.

Dad lost his life soon after. Without work, he was nothing.

(NOTE: This story is fictional. Treat it as such.)

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Friday Fictioneers – Good Man In A Storm

(Author’s note: Last week was Thanksgiving, and having to coordinate things got complicated. So no FF last week. Making up with a song I recently found, and a story to go with it. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

Good Man In A Storm

by Miles H. Rost

Brian Goodwin had a ministry of security.

His home was open to anyone who needed a place of shelter, a hiding place, or a waypoint on a life-changing journey.

Domestic violence situation? He’d be there to give you a place to gather and plan the next steps.

Depressed? He’d be there with tea and a book, and give you a few days to recover.

As long as there was a reference from someone he knew, you’d have access to him and his house.

Years ago, someone showed kindness to Brian, a mute man.

He’s that good man in a storm.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Jester’s In A Cast (American Pie)

(Author’s note: National Novel Writing Month is in full swing. I’m at about 17,500 words out of 50,000. I am going to be spending a lot of time coming up with marathon writing sessions, but I believe I am doing well. I now need to work on finding an editor to help with starting out this new venture. Oh well, we’ll see what happens. Anyhow, here’s today’s Fictioneers!)

The Jester Is In A Cast

by Miles H. Rost

“I don’t know about you, but Bob Dylan absolutely has to be the Jester.”
“How do you figure?”
“Take a look at history. Elvis’s music was big, until Bob Dylan came along. And Bob’s music was the big thing until the Rolling Stones came along.”
“What does Elvis and the Stones have to do with it?”
“Elvis was the King. The Jester stole the King’s crown. Bob Dylan took over after Elvis went through the military. As far as the Stones? Their 1967 album is ‘Their Satanic Majesties Request’.”
“So, Mick Jagger is Satan?”
“Don McLean was on to something.”

Friday Fictioneers – Sound Of Silence

(Author’s Note: One of the primary reasons I haven’t written here in the last little bit has been because I’ve been involved in National Novel Writing Month. I have been spending a lot of energy on writing 50,000 words, in the hopes that I can not only do it, but maybe surpass it and get it into editing (the hard part). I’m inspired, funny enough, by Val McDearmid. She is a good Scottish writer who has had some of her work turned into streaming programs (Britbox’s “Karen Pirie” is the latest). So, I am working my hardest. But, I decided to take some time out today and write here. So here’s today’s work.)

Sound Of Silence

by Miles H. Rost

Marie sat in her chair, working on the same loop of crochet that she’d been working on for the last minute.

Her daughter, Margaret, sat by her with her hand on her knee.

Marie put down her crochet and looked into Margaret’s eyes.

“You don’t know what it’s like. To do something, then forget you already did it.”

“Oh, Mom…”

Marie smiled sadly, and put her hand on Margaret’s head.

“Time to get back to my crochet work.”

Margaret looked up as her mother picked up her project and started on the same loop, yet again.

Her heart shattered completely.

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Friday Fictioneers – Steady On

(Author’s note: A month has gone by. Life has been crazy, the hours have not been consistent. Such is what happens when you have overtime, as well as multiple appointments for things like the dentist and the doctor. Thankfully things are getting a little more consistent, and should be more regular post-Halloween. Here’s today’s fictioneers!)

© The Boss (Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)

Steady On

by Miles H. Rost

“How can I help ya?”
“GYAH!”

Portia jumped back as an old man with unkempt hair popped up from behind a makeshift counter.

“Sorry for scaring ya, miss. What do ya need?”
“Are you Dr. Chambers?”
“I am.”
“I was sent over from the dean of the History Department.”
“Ah, have they decided on whether to approve my class schedule, and move me out of this dreary office?”
“Uh…”
“What is it?”
“You might want to read it.”

He took the note and opened it. His eyes moved like a typewriter.

“Lifetime Achievement Award?! The Bastards are they retiring me!”

Friday Fictioneers – Digging Up Bones

(Author’s note: I’ve been working overtime, which is one reason why last week had no Fictioneers submission from me. But in my quest to set up healthy habits, including writing 1000 words a day, I’ve now been able to incorporate Friday Fictioneers into that habit section. I am now ready to go. So here’s today, with music from a very underappreciated artist.)

© Alicia Jamtaas

Digging Up Bones

by Miles H. Rost

“All the items you are to take are over there, the rest of the items that are with me and the house are on the other side.”

Paul folded his arms, as Lindsay started to explode.

“That’s it?! That’s all from 15 years of marriage?”
“You really didn’t bring much to it. It shows.”

Lindsay fumed, as she started rifling through the items. She breathed a sigh of relief at finding a set of photo albums.

“Well, at least you didn’t keep the albums.”
“Why would I? I may be a horrible monster, but I know what’s precious to you.”

Friday Fictioneers – Hysteria

(Author’s note: Nothing to note. Just good stuff coming!)

© Lisa Fox

Hysteria

by Miles H. Rost

Pastor Tom was always a bit odd, but people didn’t know what to think when they say a pontoon in the front of the church.

“Oh, it’s just there until I go fishing this weekend.”

For the entire week, the pontoon was the talk of the small town. Some called it sacrilege of the church, some called it economical.

The town manager wanted it gone.

“It’ll be gone by Sunday night, ma’am,” Pastor Tom said, smiling.

Sunday morning, nearly the whole town showed up for service. Pastor Tom walked out and smiled broadly.

“You will all be fishers of men…”

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Friday Fictioneers – Radioactive (II)

(Author’s note: I was going to write last weekend, but I was in the middle of being sick from Corona-chan. So instead, I am here today, with a different story! Enjoy!)

© David Stewart

Radioactive

by Miles H. Rost

An innocent looking tool shed, with 9 blocks surrounding it evacuated for cause.

They had said that the only reason anyone noticed was due to the two neighborhood cats glowing in the dark a day before being found dead.

The young man who owned the tool shed said he was simply finishing his last project for his boy scout badge.

A fully operational nuclear reactor, small in scale but not in punch, was not something that the people of the neighborhood imagined they’d find.

The Department of Energy loaded the shed up, contents and all. The boy got his badge.

Appropriate Song…. XD
The story about the Nuclear Boy Scout. Enjoy!

Friday Fictioneers – You Make My Dreams Come True

(Author’s note: I skipped posting the last couple of weeks due to my travels down to Houston. I had an absolute blast with people at a writer’s gathering, and at the anime convention across the street. I got a lot of inspiration, just getting back into the swing of things is going to be the important part. Which is why I am posting this story today.

Oh, and to Haileigh, if you’re reading this: Thanks!)

© Roger Bultot

You Make My Dreams Come True

by Miles H. Rost

Geno’s Cheesesteak, a warm afternoon, and the radio.

Harvey couldn’t have had a better day. A paid half a day off due to a delayed component, and his paycheck already cashed and deposited, was the impetus for sitting and having some good food.

The sounds of Hall and Oates wafted through the air, their latest hit adding extra sonic food to his buffet of the day. He bopped his head along to the sound of the Yamaha CP30, slowly enjoying his sandwich.

Finishing his cheesesteak, he stood from the cement seat to leave.

Full belly, full soul, full day.

Yes, Virginia… they were from Philly, too!
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