Big City

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Friday Fictioneers – Me and Julio

(Author’s note: I had to take some time away to rejuve my spirit and come back with new ideas. That, and the graduation of my niece and soon-to-be enlistment into the US Navy, took a lot of my time and patience. I am now back to do more work! Here we go!)

© Dale Rogerson

Me and Julio

by Miles H. Rost

“Hey, Ma! I’m headin’ next door!”
I shut the door behind me and ran my 12-year old body down the stairs and 30 feet to my friend Julio’s doorstep. I could see Ma leaning out of the upstairs window.

“Be home when the lights come on. It’s Nona’s spaghetti tonight!”
“Got it!”

Julio ran out the door before I could knock.
“Who we playing tonight, Julio?”
“57th Street Brazos. Haven’t lost a stick game since last July.”
“Looks like we gotta up our game.”

We ran down the street towards St. Andrews School. Tonight, we’ll defeat the Brazos real good.

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Friday Fictioneers – Country Boy

(Author’s note: Still in the process of finding a job, but I am getting a bunch of looks. Hope to have something soon, even if it’s temporary. Gotta make money to spend money. Here’s tonight’s fictioneers!)

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© Jill Wisoff

Country Boy

by Miles H. Rost

“Get me outta here.”

Carl Baker wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his horses, apricot orchard, and all the things he loved.

His wife wanted to see the Big City. Rockefeller Center was the bullseye for the trip.

“Dang, honey. That building’s big.”

“It’s said that the family built it, then they sold it off.”

“Well, they kinda had to. After all, it was my family that cut them off in the depression.”

His wife looked at him strangely.

“Your family knew the Rockefellers?”

“We owned the bank. The Rockefellers were city slickers. Can we go now?”

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