Friday Fictioneers – Butterfly In The Well

(Author’s note: It’s a little late, but better than none at all.)

© Alicia Jamtaas

Butterfly In The Well

by Miles H. Rost

The first whiff of fresh air for Fred after being let free from the ghosts of 2020 was in the woods near his home.

For a year, the teenager was trapped, forced to stay inside because of his mother’s fears, her paranoia. She finally relented, as she left to visit her sister in the hospital.

Fred sat in the woods, his bare feet connecting to the ground. The small lean-to above him housed a great number of butterflies.

He put out his arm, and one landed on his finger.

“I’m glad to be home.”

The butterfly just flapped peacefully.

This ain’t Fred. This is actually me, in the Butterfly Gardens of Seoul Forest, from July of 2017. Picture was on my phone, but was taken by Andrew Contreras (a really good friend of mine).

Friday Fictioneers – I’ll Let You Drive

(Author’s Note: Wahoo! Another week! For those who wrote related to my photo last week, I will be dropping comments this week. Thank you for all the creativity, and I cannot wait to actually respond properly. As for me…here’s this week’s work!)

© Liz Young

I’ll Let You Drive

by Miles H. Rost

“Alright, Hye-Jin, put the car in reverse and slowly back out.”

Cho Hye-Jin moved her shaking hand to the gearshift, and put it in reverse. Slowly, she pressed on the accelerator, yet the car still lurched.

“It’s okay, Hye-Jin. It’s your first day. We’re not expecting perfection.”

She took a quick breath, and slowly maneuvered the car backwards. She put on brakes and shifted into drive.

“Okay, now turn right out of–“

A blaze of tabby orange.

The squealed meow across the hood of the car.

The push of a gas pedal.

*CRASH*

“Wangjiangnim…”

“Yes?”

“I let you drive”

Friday Fictioneers – Dragonfly

(author’s note: Well well well! Lookie what we have here! One of my pictures! Can’t wait to see what the stories prompt up! Here we go.)

© Me!

Dragonfly

by Miles H. Rost

The names announced. The hats thrown. All that was left were the people as they gathered and started leaving.

Outside of the main auditorium, Quan looked up at the sky as his mother and father were chatting with another group of parents. As they finished, they walked back over to him.

“We’re proud of you, Quan.”

“You made salutatorian, that’s a pretty big honor.”

Quan sighed, as his parents looked at each other, puzzled.

“I could have done better.”

His dad, a former Tianamen Square protester, squared him up.

“Dragonfly, you did the best, and we’re proud. Don’t think otherwise.”

Friday Fictioneers – Skyline

(Author’s note: Sometimes you get a dry spell. The last couple of weeks has been that. I get tired from work, and I just don’t get inspiration. However, a new project I’m working on has allowed me a little more freedom to gain said inspiration, and allow me to write more often. Here’s the start of what I hope to be back to weekly posting, if not multiple postings during the week.)

© Na’ama Yehuda

Skyline

by Miles H. Rost

To some, I’m just a part of the skyline.

They don’t always notice me, because I’ve been here for so long. They’re used to my presence here in the harbor.

Even the wider world has seen me, and look upon me as an emblem of how my people are supposed to be.

But there are some in the country who look at me with evil eyes. They don’t see me for what I was made for. They don’t see what I represent.

They see me as an obstacle, something to tear down.

They can try.

They will fail.

As always.

Friday Fictioneers – Till The Money Runs Out

(Author’s Note: Just like last week, nothing new. Enjoy!)

© David Stewart

Till The Money Runs Out

by Miles H. Rost

“This is moronic.”

Paul Daniels wouldn’t stop grumbling, and his co-worker Jake Byers had enough.

“Look, Paul. To continue doing what we do, we need money. They are paying us $5,000 each to set up all these eggs in the lake.”

“But it’s stupid. Why does anyone need to have a gender reveal party?”

Jake stood up and scowled.

“Hey, at least they’re not firing off colored explosives in dry grassland like that family did down in Yucaipa last year.”

Paul couldn’t fight that point.

“At least we’ll get to rest after this.”
“Only till the money runs out.”
“Dammit.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Behind The Waterfall

© Anne Higa

Behind The Waterfall

by Miles H. Rost

The hike from the campsite to the water source was long.

The reward was clear, crisp, running water.

Sally looked around and smiled. She spied a little path going behind the waterfall. A curious teenager, she had to investigate it.

Reaching the back of the waterfall, she looked out at the beautiful blue-tinted waters pouring over the lip of the cave. The sight of the western sun shining through the water gave her heart peace.

Taking out a small bag, she untwisted the tie, and poured the contents out.

“Be at rest, Dad. You always said you loved the water.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Korea Remembered (Madrigl)

(Author’s note: A lot of feels with the picture for this Fictioneers. A lot of them. Enjoy!)

Korea Remembered (Madrigl)

by Miles H. Rost

Nambu Market in Jeonju was one of a few placed I loved to go.

The shops, the smells of the food, the atmosphere; All of it was intoxicating.

The blood sausage restaurant, serving up sundae, was lined up down the lane. I passed them all by. No twenty minute wait for me.

The kalguksu shop I went to had soft asia-jazz playing, and was a great place for someone like me.

The server put some water on my table, and asked me for my order.

“Mandu Kalguksu wa cola hanpyeong gajuseyo.” *

She smiled as she went to make my order.

*- “Knife-cut noodle soup with dumplings, and 1 glass of cola, please.”

Friday Fictioneers – Midnight Pretenders

(Author’s note: The last time I wrote, I had just started the process of moving to a new place. Happy enough, I’m moved in and doing well. Changed up a bunch of things, and I feel good about prospects down the line. Especially the freedom of being able to write while looking at an interesting suburban neighborhood. Anyhow, here’s an unusual take on today’s Friday Fictioneers entry…)


© Jennifer Pendergast

Midnight Pretenders

by Miles H. Rost

“Atsuko, you’ve never made Christmas cookies before?”

Atsuko Inori flushed, her secret exposed.

“Well, we have eggs, flour, sugar. Do we have vanilla?”

“Vanilla? No vanilla,” she said, “Cannot get from big supa.”

Stephano opened her refrigerator, and smiled.

“You have lemons. Lemons make real good Christmas cookies.”

She moved her hips slightly, almost dancing.

Stephano looked up, catching her.

“You wanted to make lemon cookies, didn’t you?”

“I like lemons. My tongue dances, just like me, when I eat.”

Stephano stifled a chuckle, bringing down bowls from their cupboard.

“Well, let’s not waste time. Anytime you dance, I’m happy.”

Friday Fictioneers – Still The One

(Author’s note: Moving to a new location on Friday. Getting this out while I have a chance. Enjoy!)

© C.E. Ayr

Still The One

by Miles H. Rost

Martin stared out at the oil platforms of the Pacific, the sand slowly working its way around his toes, when she sidled up.

“It’s been 30 years, you know,” she said.

“I’ve thought a lot about it. When did you know that we were gonna be together?”

Claire ran her fingers through her long blondish-grey hair, capturing her thoughts.

“Probably sophomore year, when you snapped my bra in math class.”

Martin crinkled his face at that.

“Not my best moment, dear.”

“Well, not after I slugged you. At least I took care of you after.”

“And have been. For 30 years.”

Friday Fictioneers – These Dreams

(Author’s note: Hi. You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t written for about a month now. Work got crazy, and my mind got really really tired. I needed to rest after all the work that I had to do. As such, my mind has become a bit stale. So, here’s an offering that may not necessarily be the best, but it’ll be good enough for jazz.)

© Roger Bultot

These Dreams

by Miles H. Rost

4 weeks. Mindless data entry. Sleep…

But I need to write.

Walking walking walking. Oh, let’s see about this door…

*slam*

Oh. I guess not that idea. Let’s try this one.

*clink. clink clink clink clink*

You gotta be kidding me. Can I not even find an idea to work with. Let’s try this next one.

*open*

“I AM YOUR BED. I ORDER YOU TO SLEEP IN ME! UGHLALALAL—“

*slam*

Aw hell naw. Okay, last one. Let’s see…

*click*

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding…”

I don’t know what this is…but I think I have my next story!