Friday Fictioneers – As Lights Fall

(Author’s note: Job is getting more hectic, more busy. Hoping to have more time now to do things. Didn’t get it last week. Here’s this week’s work:)

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© Jean L. Hays

Reach

by Miles H. Rost

An investment of decades.

Bart slowly scanned the large stretch of land in Eastern Oregon that he called home. The sun was approaching the horizon, bathing him in an eerie orange.

He bought the land with a major investment he made just after World War II. He did well with the cattle, until he sold them a month before. The sale put into a safe trust for his grandchildren, provided they took up a marketable trade.

He put his back to the rock, and watched the sun go down.

As his final breath left him, it was his last call.

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Friday Fictioneers – …The Laboring Man

(Author’s Note: I’ve had to take some time off recently, in order to get things in order. I am moving this coming weekend, hopefully to a place where I’ll be able to save up and get my own pad. But in that time, I get to enjoy new music, which I get to add to my list. One such song is what you’re going to hear tonight. Here’s the fictioneers! [By the way, watch the video and tell me how many celebrities you see. If you get all of them, you get a custom salute from me!])

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© Randy Mazie

How Can The Laboring Man Find Time For Self Culture

by Miles H. Rost

“If you don’t find time to relax, Brian…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll end up in my grave. You’ve said that for the last 20 years, Jeana.”

Two heart attacks confirmed Jeana’s words, and Brian knew it. He just couldn’t rest until she was comfortable.

“There’s an exhibit about the history of underwear at the museum. We should go.”

“And put me in an early grave?”

“How?”

Brian looked at her flatly, Jeana finally realizing that an exhibit like that would, actually, make his heart pressure soar.

“Maybe we can watch the Rock Hall Inductions.”

“Alright,” Jeana sighed.

At least he would relax.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Kingdom

(Author’s note: It’s been a week. But I went through the last 3 months of comments, and was able to respond. Because I actually care about people’s thoughts. And now that some things have come together on this job, I’m looking forward to the future. In celebration, here’s today’s Fictioneers!)

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© J Hardy Carroll

The Kingdom

by Miles H. Rost

The people at school knew nothing about Mindy Royal.

The bookish 18-year old was friendly, but no one really took the time to get to know her. Most regarded her as a plain Jane.

Steve Jacobs did not. He was someone who always gave her a smile, helped her when books fell on her, and even gave her lunch money.

The day after her 18th birthday, she walked into her high school, dressed up like a princess. She met Steve, and immediately proposed to him.

She was Princess Melinda, and she needed someone special to be her Duke of Leeds.

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Friday Fictioneers – Yard Sale

(Author’s note: I took last week off, as I’m in the middle of some complex situations and needed time to breathe. Things are still complex, but I’m doing alright. I’ll be better still in mid-September. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers…)

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© Nathan Sowers

Yard Sale

by Miles H. Rost

“Nope. That’s the right price on it. It’s gotta go.”

Ron looked at the farmstead, then at the old round mirror his wife used to look into every morning before going to work.

“I’ll take it.”

Taking the cash from someone he never met, Ron saw all the small pieces of his life going for small prices.

The tiffany lamp that used to be her reading light.

The old architect’s table where he drewcartoons.

At 80, he knew he needed to pare down. He just didn’t think it would be this soon after his Clarinda left Earth.

He had no clue.

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Friday Fictioneers – Inherit The Stars

(No author’s note this time, enjoy the show!)

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© Ted Strutz

Inherit The Stars

 

by Miles H. Rost

“Brent, whatever are you doing out here?”

Brent looked up from his telescopic camera and smiled.

“They say that Jupiter is going to be closest tonight. I want to get a picture of her.”

His grandpa shuffled over to the camera, and peered through the viewfinder.

“Your uncle Stephen would be proud of you, you know.”
“Because of my interest in the planets?”
“Because you’re taking the time to explore more than just what’s around you.”

Brent looked up solemnly.

“There has to be more. I mean, how could all of this be created if there wasn’t a bigger purpose?”

Stephen Hawking (“Uncle Steve”) – Courtesy of The Telegraph 

Friday Fictioneers – There’s No Stopping Your Heart

(Author’s Note: I want to drop two things for new people who are part of the world of mine, the Music and Fiction world.

The first is a good friend of mine who runs her own blog, called “Oh My Gloss“. She deals more with cosmetics, and a lot of it is from Korean companies. However, Sarah (the blogmaster) really has a lot of good advice and products. Take a quick step over, if you can, and take a look. And tell her that Music and Fiction sent you.

The second is for a great person who has been overcoming a lot of difficulties to become a real good person in the world of cosplay (costume play, aka dressing up and having fun.) Mosey on over to Precious Pearl Cosplay and Cats, on Facebook, and see a little look at what she does. She’s pretty good on things, and is responsive. She is also living out a dream as a vet assistant, hence the cats part of her page. Check it out.

Anyhow, long enough to talk…here’s today’s Fictioneers, with an old favorite song of mine from my childhood:)

 

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© Dale Rogerson

There’s No Stopping Your Heart

by Miles H. Rost

“How many has that been, Kelly?”

Kelly Mangum looked at the two bouquets on the office table.

“I believe that’s six in two weeks.”

Frieda, her co-worker, was perplexed by this. She was the redhead with the killer bod, and she got no flowers. Kelly was a simple girl, yet kept getting bouquets galore.

“So, what’s your secret?”

Kelly smiled and directed Frieda to come closer.

“I mean what I say and say what I mean. He’s crazy for me, because I’m honest.”

Frieda blinked. Is it that simple? she thought.

“It’s that simple. Be honest, and you’ll get attention.”

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Friday Fictioneers – Love Used To Be A Friend Of Mine

(No Author’s Note today: Just keep doing what you’re doing.)

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© Janet Webb

Love Used To Be A Friend Of Mine

by Miles H. Rost

Paul Whitaker looked at the glass candy bowl, and sighed.

A gift given to him by a wonderful woman, the candy bowl was used quite a bit when he would host family gatherings. It was his estate that the Whitaker family reunion was held every 5 years. The kids always loved the candy bowl.

Then they stopped coming around. Things got busy. Soon enough, it was just him and his wife, Helen.

That memory, the last time he saw Helen alive, etched into his mind.

The candy bowl, the reminder of love, lay shattered on the floor.

His love was gone.

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