Friday Fictioneers – Groove

(Author’s Note: When work gets busier, I get less time to write. Things are starting to slow down, so that helps out. Here’s this week’s Friday Fictioneers!)

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© C.E. Ayr

Groove

by Miles H. Rost

Vladimir and his band had everything ready within a minute of taking the stage. No need to tune, as it was already done.

This was Festival Saturday. This was their time to shine, as a new band with something his region never thought they’d ever hear.

With a nod, Bruska smashed the cymbals and broke into his steady 4 beat. Mariska joined at the same time, gliding over the Yamaha DX-7 with funky flair. Duma’s Nile Rodgers style guitar lick meshed with Vlad’s bass plucks, creating a groove pocket that was unmistakable.

The influence of American jazz and fusion had arrived.

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Friday Fictioneers – Turn Your Love Around

(Author’s note: I got the FTE position at work. We’re just waiting for information. However, today’s fiction deals with those who may not have this newfound security.)

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© Roger Bultot

Turn Your Love Around

by Miles H. Rost

George Benson wafted from the speaker of the small grocery store.

“Vegetables? That’s all you have?”
“Yep. We won’t be receiving out other groceries for a week at least.”

Brian’s mouth dropped.

“You’ve never been short before. What gives?”

The grocer took in a nervous breath.

“It’s not us. It’s the distributor. Shut down because of that nasty virus everyone’s talking about.”
“The company has no other way to get supplies?”
“Nope. Once we run out here, we shut down until we get our shipments.”

Brian turned his eyes down.

“Thanks, Charlie,” he concluded, ready to pay for his vegetables.

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