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Friday Fictioneers – Bow Tie

Author’s note: Sickness is never a friend. And last week was pretty awful. So I am doing better and have something a little more… whimsical? Let’s read!

© Amanda Forestwood

Bow Tie

by Miles H. Rost

For that moment, only the sounds of panting could be heard through the hall.

Followed by a single person clapping.

“Well done! Well done both of you! Your ability has left you two in a “bow tie”.”

Charles Crumb, the concertmaster for the New Seattle Pops and Bluegrass Orchestra, smiled as the two fiddlers stood on the stage.

“In fact, I think both of you could fit with our company.”

We’re only auditioning for one newbie, Crumb’s assistant whispered.

“Bah! Who’s the guy we have again?”

“Mark O’Connor, sir.” Assistant replied.

“Fire him today. We’re bringing these two on board.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Sharp Dressed Man

(Author’s note: Post-trip, work’s been crazy. Hence why I haven’t been on here. But I’m back for today. And here’s today’s fictioneers)

© Roger Bultot

Sharp Dressed Man

by Miles H. Rost

“I met her at one of the writing club’s outings.”

Delvin adjusted his tie, making sure that it was straight and neat.

“She had interesting ideas about characters, and I wanted to find out more. So we’re going out tonight.”

Delvin turned from the mirror and presented himself to his sister.

“You look good. Getting older, but looking good,” she said, while crossing one of her stitches.

“If we’re going to go see a nice play, I want to shine.”

“If you wanted to shine, you’d have shaved and polished your head.”

Delvin stifled a chortle.

“I’m gonna use that.”

RIP Dusty Hill of ZZ Top. 72 years young, on the way to La Grange.

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Friday Fictioneers – Life Is A Lemon…

(Author’s Note: Do you know how sore a person can get if they have not actually gone to a gym and exercised properly? Well, I’m that guy. Arms are about as sore as can be. But, you know what? It’s worth it. In 6 months, in 1 year, I will be further in shape. This is good for a writer. And, further, Happy Independence Day. To all veterans who fought for our freedom: We cannot owe you enough. There is not enough in this world to give that makes up for the years you sacrificed. Take honor in what you have done. Here’s the fictioneers!)

 

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© J. Hardy Carroll

Life Is A Lemon…

by Miles H. Rost

Gasps so loud, they silenced everything else.

The protesters outside the conference center couldn’t believe what they saw.

A college-aged woman had walked through their line, stood in front, and took off her leg.

Cherry strands of hair glided across her face as a breeze came through.

She stood there, hands stretched to the side, on one leg.

For 5 minutes, no one moved. No one did anything. They just stood and stared.

She smiled, looking around.

“I think y’all got the point,” she said, as she put her leg back on.

She put her pant leg down, and walked away.

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