(Author’s Note: Adjusting to two computers is a bit of fun, but also a bit of work. Especially when everything you need to do is on one computer…except for important stuff. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers. Also, if you get a chance, go on over to my last Fictioneers story, which I forgot to add to the list last week: https://musicandfiction.com/2018/11/22/friday-fictioneers-so-flows-the-current)
© Nick Allen
by Miles H. Rost
“Oy! Marty! You need more 5W30!”
Marty Fieldman looked at his new full-service car wash and oil service, and sighed. Barely a week open, and so popular that he couldn’t keep product in stock.
“Got an order in for it. It’ll be here tomorrow.”
“You’re on your last four, man.”
Rico was hid faithful assistant, but always ended up sounding more like a nagging parent.
Marty sighed and dropped 30 dollars into Rico’s hands.
“Get 8 quarts, or we close up 5W30 service for the day.”
“Right on, boss.”
He smiled at his employees, currently buffing a Mustang.
“It’s all worth it.”
(Author’s note: Welcome aboard! So after the adventures of being SO creative last week, I had to deal with a week of problems and work. It is likely I will only be posting Fictioneers stuff for this week and next week, as I have a lot of assignments due for workshopping this week, as well as getting things started for some of my larger papers. So, for now, here’s the latest Friday Fictioneers story.)
© C.E. Ayr
Burning Down The House
by Miles H. Rost
Tom Corrigan extended his middle finger toward his unfinished project.
As he drove his gas tanker on the expressway, he passed by the old building that was to be his crowning achievement. Or, rather, the demolition that was.
“That damn building cost me my job,” he grumbled to himself.
For but a moment he thought of this, then switched lanes and exited onto a side street. He took another turn, heading back the direction he went. He reached the street that the landmark building stood on and sneered at it.
“I can’t let a job go unfinished,” he cried out, mashing the gas and shifting the gears.
Here’s this week’s offering. Other stories are on the way, just dealing with a lot more stress and recover from said stress than I wish to divulge…
copyright Claire Fuller
by Miles Rost
After 35 years at the gas works, I never thought that I would still be working.
I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I wanted to do after I got done with my career. The first year was the hardest. I had no clue, especially after Millie died.
I was driving down the A34 and was stopped to get petrol. I saw the building, the shabbiness of it, and the garage. I inquired with the proprietor whether he was interested in having another worker. He grumbled, but agreed.
My first job with him was to retread older tires, or to cut them up.
So, in short, I guess I can truly say that even though I’m working, I’m…retired.