Friday Fictioneers – California Dreamin’

Author’s Note: My apologies for the lack of communication over the last week. March in Korea is the start of new classes and the week has been incredibly busy with new arrangements, new classes. 11 more weeks of this, and I will be finished with this part of life. Also, if you’re on Facebook, don’t forget to like my author’s page. I would love to be able to communicate and give some of the “behind the scenes” regarding some of my stories. 

Photo Prompt – © Erin Leary

California Dreamin’

by Miles H. Rost

They were called the “Four Arms”. Brothers-in-arms who did everything together.

Even illicit drugs.

Propped up by a fence, they found the secret stash of ‘shrooms buried among harmless normal mushrooms. They sat back and looked at the sky as they took in the fumes and took out from their own minds.

“Whoa! Look at that cloud up there! It looks…like Cookie Monster!”

“It’s got so many COLORS, man.”

“Yeah, it’s just so wild. Blue never smelled so good.

“If this is what it’s like in California, I’m goin’.”

They all smiled as they took their psychedelic trip to California, little knowing just how much their “trip” would cost them…

 

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Friday Fictioneers – Kicks

Took last week off because, after the September from Hell that was unleashed upon me, I needed a bit of a break. Now, I’m back to doing what I do, and hopefully will be less tired and do more other writings. Here’s the latest Fictioneers story for y’all:

copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Kicks
by Miles Rost

“I know it doesn’t look pretty, but we’ll do fine with what we have.”

Paul and Mark looked around at the studio, and smiled.

“We don’t care. We’ve got some ideas, and the studio will be fine.”

Mark looked over at the engineers, and pursed his lips.

“Just curious, why didn’t we get the normal studio?”

The engineers smiled.

“Apparently, the last folk that were in the studio,” he chuckled as he relayed what he saw, “They smoked it up in there.”

“Weed?”

“Heroin.”

Paul shook his head.

“Those kicks just keep getting harder to find, man.”

Mark smiled, as he looked at the sheet of music in front of him…

“Seems appropriate…”

R.I.P. Paul Revere (1938-2014)