Friday Fictioneers – Only The Young

(Author’s note: I’ve been a year at my job now. I am quite pleased. Celebrate with me in the Fictioneers!)

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©J. Hardy Carroll

Only The Young

by Miles H. Rost

Bradley turned nine today.

The party was spectacular. His friends played in the yard, ate hot dogs and burgers, devoured cake like it was nothing.

After it was all done, he sat by my side, watching his favorite evening TV show, Tour of Duty. 

“Daddy, will I ever have to go to war?”

I looked down at him, my eyes remembering the days when I asked that question.

“Not unless you want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“They don’t force you to go anymore. Not like when I was 18.”

He curled up next to me, as we silently finished the show.

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Friday Fictioneers – Wheel In The Sky

(Author’s note: It’s official. I leave Korea on February 21st. It’s done. Time for some Fictioneers!)

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© Ted Strutz

Wheel In The Sky

by Miles H. Rost

It looked like a shoddily-crafted TARDIS.

“What’s with the tire on top of the box?” Brian asked the mechanic.

“Oh, that’s for balance. It can lay flat, or straight up and down. Depends on what’s needed.”

“And what’s the purpose of this box?”

The mechanic just chuckled.

“It’s a new type of smoker. The wheel pulls a chain that moves the meat around.”

Meat has to move? I asked myself.

“More smoke at the bottom can penetrate, creating greater flavor for the meat.”

I looked at the mechanic and grinned.

“You’re a genius.”

“Nope, I just like heavily smoked sausages.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Be Good To Yourself

(Author’s note: As you can tell, I have finished with my job in Korea. I am on a “working vacation” while I get things ready for my move to the land down under. If you want to see what I’ve been busy on, please go read the Warrior series of stories that have been put up over the last month. Can’t wait to hear from you all. And now, here’s today Friday Fictioneers post.)

 

©Raina Ng

Be Good To Yourself

by Miles H. Rost

The door burst open, a flash of grey and black rushing past the kitchen counter.

Within a 3 minute timeframe, another flash of white, black, and red barreled into the rest of the kitchen. At a breakneck speed, refrigerators were opened, utensils used, ingredients piled, and sandwiches made. At the same speed, everything was put back or wrapped up in plastic bags.

For a moment, Dan Magnum looked around the kitchen, his brown hair still moving from the activeness he just displayed.

“Alright. Sandwiches made, clothes changed, suitcase in the car. It’s vacation time!”

He grabbed his sandwiches, got in his car, and zipped down the road to his next destination: Nothing.